t was a windy day,
but still the sun leapt out of the sky.
As we headed forward for our flight,
tears crept out of eyes.
It blurred my vision and caused a sour pain,
Because I couldn't get the last glimpse of my place.
But now I'm going back,
to regain my old colors that I lack.
The thought of meeting friends again,
brings chills down my spine,
The joy of reunion would get better by time,
like as wine.
but still the sun leapt out of the sky.
As we headed forward for our flight,
tears crept out of eyes.
It blurred my vision and caused a sour pain,
Because I couldn't get the last glimpse of my place.
But now I'm going back,
to regain my old colors that I lack.
The thought of meeting friends again,
brings chills down my spine,
The joy of reunion would get better by time,
like as wine.
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