First Day
I wish I could remember the first day.
First hour,first moment of your meeting.
If bright or dim the season.
It might be summer or winter for aught I
can see.
So unrecorded did it slip away.
So blind was I to see and too forsee.
So dull to mark the budding of my tree.
But would not blossom yet for many or may
If only I can recollect it.
Such days of days.Let it come and go away.
As traceless of bygone snow.
It seemed so little,but meant so much.
If only now I can recall that touch.
First in hand in hand?
Did one but not too know..........
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