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12 years passed like one of those winter afternoons,
that we used to waste on the street.

12 years passed under a cloud,
one that dared to defy our midsummer dream.

12 years got buried under your smile,
your voice got trapped beneath everything that left you,
the echo started.

12 years left one thing in mind,
Vivid and vibrant, it remains,
a part of me until I see you again.

Just like the white berries that would fall on our favorite bench,
a winter wind took you further than I could ever see.

The season wasn't right.
The season had other plans.