swaying to the tunes, your hair entangles my fingertips, grass blades tickle the small of your back, blue skies reflect your seagreen eyes, a masterpiece, unframed, my mind, the art gallery, where I hang portraits of time, place, rythem and rhyme, years dwindle by, careless age, a time, where, seems... Sign in to see full entry.
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