Searching For Love
He feels a flurry of a breeze,
A warm zephyr wriggling and writhing
Amongst the newly formed oval leaves
Of a forest of samara laden birch trees.
It's like a melody for him.
Can it lead him to the one who left him?
Where will he find her? Where is she hiding?
She is his all, his only tender sweetheart.
Alas it was his fault he lost her.
All began with a misunderstanding.
But the icy cold north wind was blowing.
Snow fell and windows were covered with ice.
And he did nothing to bring in some warmth.
One day she left him in the cold.
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