Words from the letter I wrote you flew away into the sky as the wind blew.
They all went missing darling but I saw where they flew.
Some knocked on the window of the poet who was daydreaming while his morning coffee brew.
While others went far away in another land and wrote a story new.
But the ones drenched in your sillage came back to me as the morning dew.
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