He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Stepping through
A spotted ground.
Singing every little,
Yellow petal around.

Feel the wind spinning and
Spitting my hair across 
My face,
Hug me with your 
Love embrace.

I try to recall
Your identity...
Blown leaves from
Drunken trees. 


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