Maybe someday.
When we are little older.
And a little wiser.
We will meet.
Reminisce over old times.
And travels.
We will talk about our dreams.
With smiles plastered over our face.
Over a slice of pizza.
And a mug of beer.
Appreciate the pink flowers.
Under the warmth of the sun.
In a far away land.

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