And then
I met him.
One of a kind.
A charming being
With a melancholic soul.
Lost in museums
Enjoying the paintings.
Walking in parks
Surrounded by trees.
He’d observe the world
In a poetic way.
Most of the time
Occupied with his thoughts
And dreams.
His passion
Reflected in his words.
He didn’t know that
To me,
He was a museum
That I could explore.
His messy hair a piece of art.
And his eyes just like stars.
His presence
Like a beautiful dream.
But dreams fade away.
And then
I lost him.
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