The summer winds sing
of scented night vision scenes
shimmering softly.

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The summer winds sing
of scented night vision scenes
shimmering softly.

A summer dress in winter Sometimes green, sometimes black; never brown or orange. Unconventional stockings A contrast of colours that stands out; offensive to the conservatives. Elegant and controlled Walking in every nature season; odd looks fail to offend. A daydream within a dream Falling madly in love with the park bench; continuing the journey.
The sea says farewell to the shore often;
yet I’m not as strong as the sea;
I don’t want to keep saying goodbye to you.
Stay.

A voyage upon
self-explorative waters
to find new wings.
Self-rewarding has gone
to be replaced by
a sense of spiritual calm.
Button nosed bunny,
demurely sitting and waiting
until a human spots the cute one.
Once bewitched,
coloured eyes dance playfully
to ensnare prey in her fluffy web.

A meeting
Anticipation starts to grip tightly
Pacing about
Some say we’re all destined for one
It’s awkward
Then they meet in the city of light
Instant love
a deepness,
longing endlessness,
a depth of madness,
a darkness,
from much sadness,
a lightness,
innamorato brightness.

From the blue;
Grey tears fall
down, onto
straightforward skin.
The sweetest agony must be
endured
and
endured
for uncomplicated love.
Her mind was calm until she saw the pink roses. With help, she starts dissolving; dissolving and running into puddles. She can't stop the ache, which clouds her mind and makes the pink roses blurry. There is only one cure; only the trees bear witness now.

Grey-blue clouds cannot decide if it will rain or shine,
so the sky appears to be confused in disorder.
Threatening to rain or change their minds again,
the low clouds complain about the high clouds,
and the high clouds complain about the low clouds.
Grey-blue clouds test our patience as they quarrel
and procrastinate about what to do tonight.