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Sunday Afternoon

She lay down in a cozy balcony
Like a dream in a love movie scene
A sensation in a Sunday afternoon
Sunrays in a
mild spring day

Far away
Her gaze felt so fine
She stared at the wide blue sky

With eyes so wide, round and blue
Too good to be true


When I saw her sway long ago
White clouds were being spread by the wind
The sun came out to warm her smooth skin
 And all I felt was my head spin

Her beauty made me so glad
I prayed that this dream would never end
But then I was running out of time
No fancy is meant to last

A hope now turned into memories
Meant to light up a lone flame
That lies so deep inside my heart
My angel then, she became


Johnny.

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