9.1.14

lovers

like the sun gently kissed the moon
their hands would be entwined
barefoot toes kissing each other
living a day-time dream

hear every tiny giggle
for they are happy and young
and their hearts will be warm

like red fruits tea
or a young little growing tree

reborn in every hug
dead with every last kiss
petrified whenever they meet
she would smile and say to me:
love is pure bliss

all the sunflowers don't justify
how flawless it is
as time goes by
sadness increases
in every goodbye

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