One More Time
The daisies remind me of her hair
Which linger every night in the air
The chirps of birds are always like her voice
Even it gets loud, it's never a noise
She is also like an abstract painting
Hard to fathom yet makes me feel something
Now she's gone, she only left memories
Without goodbyes or hugs and even a kiss
Will life be ever so kind,
For time and fate to rewind?
To have her here one last time
Will it be charged as a crime?
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