That day that I was young—the morning summer shinning through the blinds, that one day I was young, sunshine squeezing through the cracks.
You were so vulnerable, yet the darliest thing. I remember the sweat emerging through the sheets, yet, morning still rising, and me, so sweet.
The stone building saving the life that was yet to come, holding to the last yearnings of a soul so young.
Summers have gone by, pollen sucked within, wings which took time to dry searching for the flight.
Middays by the sea, listening for answers deep within, salty eyes, dry lips—moist skin.
Evenings falling in, stars fighting to shine, what are the colors of the clouds?
Your heart in the rosewood—I still unaware of the future pretend. Winters have gone by with you dancing in the sky, thankful that I endured at this side.
Now that you are free let it go of me, there is no aftermath if we holt the moment.
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