Summerdays

The scent of hay and flowers delicately accompanies the rain and the night - time colorful and green edged holds its breath.
Each step in anticipation flavored and light. Winter with its thorny branches driven into oblivion by a song, you are there.

Morning light soft as a fragrant feather

Sunbeams as gentle as a kiss on the cheek

I look at you - you are still asleep

Lightness melts into this moment of love

Seconds pass quietly and tears escape silently from the corners of my eyes
sensing finiteness.

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