Wild Blooms.

Among all the wildflowers I have ever met,
You will always hold a special place.
Never would I be able to explain,
The intimacy of our paper-thin encounter,
And the glorious journey thereafter.
I passed by you the first time, the second time, and well the third time does bring the charm.
And then and there, I knew, I felt,
The cluster of magic being added to our stories.
As the day passes, taking back all the memories and regrets,
Stripping us of all the miniscule moments of emotions,
I still can't help remembering my life without you.
Among all the wildflowers I have found in the wild,
I hope you love the place you bloomed.

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