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Feb 2021
Little iridescent droplets form in the clouds
And start falling just like shooting stars
They sing, they dance in each other's hands
Play piano notes in the beach sand

A young grey seagull flies over my head
Celebrating the end of shower
Sunrays run along azure sea ripples
But I don't pay my mind to this matter

I start following steps left behind
Jump from one footprint to another
Hoping I can catch up to you
Or that the waves would erase them slower

You turn around and blind me with a smile
My heart is now a thumping mess
The hue of pink on your face
Really, is the colour of my happiness
For my dear friend~✩
Eola
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Eola
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