I hear the sound of birds. fresh watermelon on my tongue. the smell of summer is finally here. to think the seasons would change to my favorite way, all while you still call my name, is a weeping and walking miracle. mirroring your reflection, i have a stronger sense of self - and gratitude for the living love that is us. the love that remained. buried cautiously, never far away. i am mesmerized by the length, of which my heart, just like the birds - sings for you.
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