Green leaves remember our days of bliss,

our first shared words, meet-up, hug and kiss.

The fresh flower recite the poem I wrote for you

the twisted branches witnessed the promises I broke for you.

Just a moment ago, I glanced up and saw

nothing remained of your vow.

They say, and maybe it’s true –

Love is a cup of only a few!

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