Silhouette

Twirling with the wind,
Longing for just a gaze
Like a flower blown away from the tree
Gone is the warmth of the days
Let me fall into your garden
And bloom just beyond your window
And when the sun sets each night
I'll see your silhouette casted in the light

-Mel-

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