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pink Jun 20
Sitting on the floor of your room I sat and admired you looking through your records.
I leaned resting my back against your bookshelf while I realized how much I’ve truly fallen in love with you
A smile washed over my face as I felt the book in my hand you told me to take home and I looked back at your striking face and felt myself fall in love all over again
I need the book before you leave:(
With the illumination of rays from a high, as with the wetness on the blooms in the fields a new beginning has arrived.
Melodies tickles the ear brought by winged beast, a calming attitude shall bestow peace.
Doing all just for ambiguity but in a place of misery, by being surrounded with a lopsided liberty.
To gallop through yards of wildflowers or sail the seven seas, your passion will always shine in what you believe.
To gaze upon the clouds not knowing what is a midst, seeking knowledge and answers to questions to make the good spirits lift.
The journey that lies ahead will not commence without a step taken, being ready to siege the day comes with being awaken.
Listening to the joyful sounds of laughter and young ones a play, with the excitement of opportunity on the inside you will not stay.
The aromas of nature intoxicate the nasal cavity, with the most pleasurable of pleasant scents. No visible ***** of moisture in the sky, so nice your question is why?
While the hours go by, the plot of  your journey is away and you are truly enamored with this lovely summer day.
By, CE Cheatham
Arya Sharan Apr 2018
Yellow & Green
A summer so serene
I wake up to the chirping birds
Go out to the vivid light
Beaming onto every life
A Begonia standing firm
Beneath the amber horizon
Waiting to ambush the hopelessness of the world
A lazy breeze whispering along
The blooming hedges will do just fine
Sun & shade in the forest glade
Reap & sow a light so profound
Hopping birds bring life to the hidden grounds
Scribbling an aubade, we look all around
Behold & rise to the beauty unspoken
Summer is here, all burning & all mine.
Erin Nicole Jan 2017
Maybe I should run away.
Try to find a summer day.
What is Love?
Love is pain,
Love is butterflies
and stomach aches,
Love is looking out a window pane
tears dripping
looking like you in the rain.

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