Lonesomeness

When the breeze kisses my face,

I think of you;

When the rain starts to fall,

I weep for you.

How do I hug the breeze

on any day?

Will there be a rainbow

when the rain stops?

If there are stars in the sky,

I’ll be smiling;

If you’re here with me again,

I’ll be happy.

We used to love the same song,

and were content;

It’s a lonesome journey

now that you’re gone.

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