Cool breeze coming through, not hardly strong enough, glazed and amazing stars shining away, sweet sorrow moonlight on the righteous side, Riverside waves were the mellow, humongous yellow shape of golden sands, it is dedicated moment, having their own little charming love without music underscore, by the nature sounds, high-tech melody, one touchiest harmony, no words, no lines completed and deleted, we danced with hands and feet connecting one by one, those nightly lips were attractive to her, non-fictional kiss, scientific universe over their heads, to unlock the world together, when the kiss to safe the upstream dream over and over correspondently on the night, every little imaginative thought, able to swept indulgent feet forevermore
Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-23-20
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