The summer breeze that blows
When you’ve been working in the heat
The prick of a rose
When you hand it over to
The the girl of your dreams
The changing non stop motion of time
That humbles us yet we bare no fangs
Smiles that seem to never fade
Like an ocean that spits waves
The land is what I long for
Soon to be swallowed up
Happiness is close by.
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Author:
drewtotheearl (
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