Ephemera

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As my paper boat swims downstream, A windmill shades my small home, Fields aglow with hiding fireflies, Night sky with memories to hide, Blowing its hard to miss whistle , Runs a train across my countryside, I sit silently on my verandah steps, And pen down a poem whenever, The anonymous face and smile, Eyes that are outlined like clouds, Question where do i hide them, And this heart betrays the secret, Radio surprisingly airs an old song, As a boy asked a girl to a dance, She smiled like keeping a secret, And as every christmas recalls. An angel in a pretty yellow dress, Held my hand and showed me, A sight of heaven and true love, And i sing out loud the old song, Asking my friend to carry my voice, Like a shed leaf takes flight, To a window where the moonlight, Streams in over her sleeping face, Suddenly she smiles as if dreaming, I'm singing the song for her somewhere, But i wake up as the song fades, With nothing but stars to look at, As i pen down another memory, Of her flitting smile before my eyes.