when the foggy clouds spread ,
around the shiny sky .
I remember the day of the street .
To tell others , I feel little shy .
Winds blows softly,
by touching our heart .
In the street working silencely ,
childrens were hiding .
Holding one another's hands,
looking deeply in one another's eyes .
Our love spread as big as land ,
This memories in my heart is like a ice.
©pedenla
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