One,two,three and four,
about to approach the exit door,
everyone dressed like kings and queens,
but still behaving like teens,
standing there staring at each other ,
no expressions just a sigh,
eyes about to go wet,
some even started to cry,
clueless how the time passed by,
ready to bid each other their last good bye.
the breeze stood still out there,
giving each one of us a tough stare,
indicating now its your time to leave,
its your farewell you are about to receive,
this moment brought the time to still,
as the parting task was quite uphill,
everyone wished time repeated itself like a rhyme,
wishing to relive it again once #One Last Time.
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