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...
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