Slipped in cerulean waters on tiptoe
With dreams as viridescent as trees
Eyes dazed & fixed on a single arrow
Mind not the bruises on the knees
As waves on us shall crash to and fro
For this moment sweet as honeybees
The scent of a rustic life to borrow
A twinkling of an eye on the lease
For time is both our friend and foe
In enkindling ingrained memories
Always to the sea, off we will go
Every split second I truly miss
Hands held we blaze a trail to follow
As our summertime shall never cease
MCVA
4/28/19 1: 51 am
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