The sun came crashing in,
onto the floor,
and when I look at you in the moment,
I want more.
Past certain corner's,
everything blast's yellow,
fastened to the ground.
The sun make's it's sound.
Gentile heat strike's on our face,
like you do, when I'm all astray.
Carry on we shut our eye's,
and feel the the yellow orange,
inside our mind's,
no need to show open heart's,
the sun glare clear's our tear's
and tear's us apart,
in wanting our shadow's
to be fixed upon,
we follow them discretely.
Path our way through the distance
turn's dark, and darker still,
pale first hue, then deep across the hill,
hand in hand silenced strikes.
No need for words,
It's a wonderful evening,
shallow breath, whisk's of clouds,
coat's, and scarf's, no umbrella,
no sprinkle, no rain.
No rush, no muck, no havoc.
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