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The sun danced a waltz on your eyelashes
While my hair went flying
Drawing a wild form of calligraphy in the wind
Your lips
Soft as the sand beneath my feet
In them I sink
And swell
Like the ocean tides
Like a loaf of newly baked bread
The camera
A faithful historian
Turning each moment into eternity...

peststudio 5 Sep 2
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Very nice!


Love the meteoric picture you painted with words.

azzow2 Level 9 Sep 2, 2018