The ones who sail, blue waters.

The ones who sail, blue waters.

Those November mornings which were hazy;
Still enough to draw me crazy.
Even after breathing around each other flipping half of the year calender.
With fluffy sparrows, smells of lemon grass tree;
Your lazy looks and shying smile,
All snapped inside me  to be cherished for coming six months sunrises,
Hope somewhere in those blue waters and blue ironed uniform of yours;
Somewhere at the end of day,that first orange dusk we spent together bring smile to you.
Everytime I see the purple orchids, I still sense your smell more rather than theirs.
Maybe because the thing that’s enough for spreading that happy emotion across my face is your reference;
Maybe because the crater to my moon has always been your absence.
And maybe because I always long for your presence, your essence!

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