The first three months were sweet
as the strawberry ice-cream.
With such short sweetness, I had to part,
Time demands the ending of March.
My darlings,
Oh how I desire a hug.
Feel your presence for the last...
And to last
in my memories,
Beautify my past.
We had talked,
Joked,
Laughed.
Yet we stood in a motionless circle,
Gagged by nostalgic nostalgia.
Oh if we hold on forever,
This circle has no end.
Come my friends,
Take my hand.
Lets grow together, and
Savour our strawberry-lives.
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