She came close
As soft as rose
I did have a choice
And the best I chose
That eve and we
Never felt that free
Those chanting birds
we both under tree
It heard like a clap
But actually a slap
Love was an excuse
That kiss was a trap
I got separation
Ended the relation
That moment become
Kind of imagination
Found a way to heal
I stopped to feel
It worked so much
Not a bad deal
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