I remembered whispering to your ears
on the light of the anticipation of Mondays.
It was a slight reversed mirror image of the ecliptic route,
a constant race with the rays of the sun,
Believe me, it wasn't just about seeing you.
A season has come to change,
and I couldn't help it but to look back for a grasp,
rather not on how it was shaped,
but how happiness was redefined.
I wish you a splendid journey.
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