May 5
It is the month
of the bluest skies
when lovers bloom
beneath the yellow sun
like trees brushed green
once more
They dance freely
in the summer wind
barefoot
on soft earth
unbothered by
the seasons yet to
come
as if autumn
were but a rumor
carried quietly
in the hush
between
(28/M/india)
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