A love note,
No it isn't.
A simple note,
Just a note of deja-vú.
A humming,
I hear a song.
Memories strikes of the humming,
Of a song we once sang.
A choreography of the beat,
That follows with our steps.
Stepping along with your heart beat,
And the bass of my desired steps.
A moment I live,
It's like a deja-vú.
Every song I hear,
It's like the humming of a beautiful duo.
The celebrated dance,
A choreography of our beats.
And every stepping beat,
Is the existence of our hearts dance.
-Young and alive.
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