Skipping forward; hands held, interlocked aquantadely. Rhythmically twirling under the same light shone brightly on our skin, reflecting our golden silhouette.
Hair swiveling; faces nearing, gazing at each other's perfection. How a rendezvous can be so quickly romantic, and so quickly does the time pass by. We lose track of our eternal pattern.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
