In the breeze of summer
I find the foreshadows of heaven.
I long, but only a whisper I hold.
In a piece from the sky, with turquoise scent
there is always another sunny day,
brimming fragrance of a rose bouquet.
In the leftovers of rain
I find the herald of loss and pain.
I run, but the concrete slips away.
In a dripping mist and a deplete rainbow
there is always a message to decipher,
lipstick scribbles on a tantalizing mirror.
In the drops of the moonlight
I catch the sight of an unknown face.
I shine, but only a rapture I take.
In the afterglow and your embrace
there is always the hazard of gazing at love,
the pine to see you stay for one more day.
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