Solar Pairs
Lungs pitch in sandy eclipse
a julien passion that press on the back
of lips.
Waves topple in glints of foam stained green, as faces warm in soaked filled cares that spread like blue in the deepest afternoons.
Refrain that swear to be held there sand angels cover the shades and lots. Beads that stare in the folds of your hair balls of solar flares that shake the free in sun light.
Our figures lit in full sails that drift from puddles to surfing mist the gems that coast and swim replicating the tides in those eyes.
Currents inhale the wind that trails quietly passing by the waters abound. Gently there I intend to wash up there in the heart of those island eyes.
a julien passion that press on the back
of lips.
Waves topple in glints of foam stained green, as faces warm in soaked filled cares that spread like blue in the deepest afternoons.
Refrain that swear to be held there sand angels cover the shades and lots. Beads that stare in the folds of your hair balls of solar flares that shake the free in sun light.
Our figures lit in full sails that drift from puddles to surfing mist the gems that coast and swim replicating the tides in those eyes.
Currents inhale the wind that trails quietly passing by the waters abound. Gently there I intend to wash up there in the heart of those island eyes.
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