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This Day
As we stroll,
the dusky pink of a morning sunrise
turns the fields to candy floss.
We get sticky and wet
from the sweetest dew.
I stifle a yawn,
and the softness and scent
of moisturised skin
briefly brushes the redness
of my sun-flushed cheek.
She smiles,
all dimples & eyes of blue serenity.
And, for a moment,
there is no world but us.
Later, w...
Sunday 19th June 2022 10:11 am
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