The
first kiss
It
never was like a romantic story
It
was cold like the winter drop
It
was nothing to celebrate
On
the field under the trees
Bicycles
parked near the bench
Walking
together in the dim light
The
time of a teenager's life
The
books of romance
The
stories of lovers
The
treasures of the mind
Pages
of letters written
Under
the trees
Staring
to each other eyes
A
quick kiss
It
took all the courage
There
was no spark
There
was nothing to tell
The
days gone time changed
The
story never found its ending
Only
this
The
memory of the first kiss
Under
the trees on a dim light
Pages
of letters written but no ending
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