The sky is turning an orange-yellow hue
As the crows are taking flight,
Knitting invisible patterns into the vast sky
There are people walking past you
Building a hazy picture,
My eyes but only want to trace you

There are those petite black cats,
Honking cars and traffic policemen,
A family of storks dipping into the small puddle just near you,
The sound of waves crashing against the rocks
All I care about but is to run my fingers down your face,
As the light fades and you fall into shadows

There are even more people now,
They flock to you by the dozens;
Gazing into their past and future,
Giving wings to their thoughts,
Voice to their feelings
For me but you are a reflection of me
I’m but a drop in your vast ocean of friends.

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