A crowded bookstore cafe,
during a breezy October afternoon,
you inspired a thousand journeys.
A voice apart, an intimate tune.
Skin as fair as a wandering snowflake,
crystalline eyes of brilliant blue,
hands, warm like embers,
Your thundering heart I knew beat true.
Turbulent trials overcome with strength
proudly bearing misery without shame.
Gracefully, you stand against the gale,
a vigilant signpost on a lonely plain.
A...
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