never expect it comes
never expect it's me
a stranger like me
a stranger like you
never expect it happens
never expect it's you
let the flow grows
let the moment goes
let the poem writes the story
let the nature has its own beauty
you see, bufflies, you said
I know, they have each other, I added
we both see the same
we both see the different
the wind blows
the sun shines
the silence kills
a stranger like me
a stranger like you
the way we feel
is the way we make
we make the way we feel
like the way you make me feel
the wind blows
the sun shines
the warm touches
and now it goes
standing here alone
gazing a butterfly
in a very different way
the flower blooms
the leaf swings
the rain drops
the complex shows
a stranger like me
longing waiting pondering
a stranger like you
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