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Summer night
Warm breeze blowing
Sun setting on the horizon.
Glimmering and glistening off the clear lake. Shining on her glowing skin. Hair blowing in the breeze. Looking at her raising her hand to tuck that lose strand of hair behind her ear as she catches you. With a smile eyes lighting up. Leaning in for that one kiss that you've been waiting for. Lips touching. Hearts racing. Mind racing. Wishing that it will never end.
Sweet summer love, it's
Sweet summer love, it's amazing how love and summer can disappear so fast; despite never wanting either to end.
You are great at
You are great at descriptions. The imagery is so clear.
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "