Brimming over
Touch of a sun
And lips feel
The warmness of you
Under the wake of my hands
Your skin melts
A movement
Of bitten salty sways
Of leaves falling
The embrace of April
Spring comes softer
And longer it stays
And lips feel
The warmness of you
Under the wake of my hands
Your skin melts
Of bitten salty sways
Of leaves falling
The embrace of April
Spring comes softer
And longer it stays
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