The Music of Your Voice
Silenced every Noise
The
of Your FeetRobbed my Heart Beat
I scribbled some Poetry
On the leaves of a Palm Tree
With the wind in the sky
I let my Poems fly
You passed by like a Stream
And Life became a Dream
The only Memories You could leave
Were Foot Prints on those leaves
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