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Oct 2018
It's petals flying by, not snow.
I'll follow them to you, I know.
A quiet voice I can't subdue
Is begging me to look for you.

Like snow, you were just a dream
And you're not here - is what it means,
But metronome beats in my chest -
"Don't leave!", but you will never guess...
Written by
Maya Lednevsky  Saint Petersburg
(Saint Petersburg)   
   Surbhi Dadhich
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