Under the shimmering sun,
fingers intertwined,
We looked at kids with water guns,
running in the blind.
dancing in endless laughter,
Our eyes were drowned;
Yet I can’t see the color
that paints you around.
Alas, I found myself in bed
mourning for the hands;
The ones that were in my head
turned into the sands.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
Under the shimmering sun,
fingers intertwined,
We looked at kids with water guns,
running in the blind.
dancing in endless laughter,
Our eyes were drowned;
Yet I can’t see the color
that paints you around.
Alas, I found myself in bed
mourning for the hands;
The ones that were in my head
turned into the sands.