At a glance,
By the bus window
I see a familiar face
With eyes blood shot
Wide awake
But I hear her snoring
A sound of restlessness
Music to my deaf ear
Even a numb heart can hear
No one knows her, but I intend to look
And listen to her breathing
Snoring like a busy bee
I kissed her lips
It saddens me
For her beautiful face leaves me memories..
Shedding tears
And I knew her
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