As the rustling of the leaves stopped,
I could hear her footsteps.
As the bumble bee hummed
I could hear her footsteps.
As the breeze swayed the trees
I could hear her footsteps.
As the fragrance of the flowers spread,
I could hear her footsteps.
As the raindrops pluttered outside,
I could hear her footsteps.
As my imagination ran wild,
I could hear her footsteps.
As my eyes opened slowly
She was nowhere in sight.
My imagination had taken over
Till I could not think right.
And I can still hear the footfall.
But She’s nowhere in sight.
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