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Chris Balase Jul 2017
The autumn reminds
Me of memories of you
Of days past
And my days of blue.
The autumn lingers
With dreams of fair
When distance was naught
And love was to share.
This autumn will come
And sooner it will be
Just trinklets of you
And shattered pieces of me.
And I really disdain
This autumn so near
All I really care for
Are words you will never hear
Inspired by another Vuetnamese song.
Priyanshi Dhawan Apr 2017
In infinite stories,
And in beats I hear,
Across the street,
In your memories.
Oh, what I'd do
To keep you, forever,
Closer than all,
Farther than the truth.
In the scorching heats,
And in breezes of summer,
And in pooled up tears,
And your ringing laughter.
And in all those
Delicately shining trinklets,
Rubber bands that you stole,
I'd keep you.
Close, and closer,
Each day, more,
Idly, on the top shelf.
In my favorite read,
In the eyes of,
My favorite poet,
I'd keep you.
If not silently,
If not tonight,
If not in my longings,
And dark selfishness,
I'd keep you.
Even when you do not
Falter to stay,
I'd still keep you.
Softly wrapped,
In the warm blankets,
Of my balming words,
And my promises of love,
Hidden in these lines,
Your essence, and you,
I'd keep you.
To let you not,
Keep me, hold me dear,
From far afar,
I'll let you go,
And still,
In all my breathes,
And blinks of my eyes,
I will, yes,
I'd keep you.

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