Nonchalant brook air brushes my cheek with the memory of us in that blue boat on a sun-kissed day.
Carved in the sky your laughter dawdles at the brink of each idle afternoon, winding through the bed of jade and silver with luminous light on plunged pebbles:
Dashed like once cherished forgotten love, but bright and colorful as tomorrow’s dreams.
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