I board a train, And see her standing still,
Calm on her face,
But the wind is being mischievous,
Playing with her hair,
She is smiling to herself,
My stop is up next,
But somehow I can’t seem to let go.
I take one last look at her,
She looks at me, gives a nod,
I think that’s my cue,
I muster all my courage,
I walk and stand by her side,
The rest, well, is another story.
~ A Poem By Fizz
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