The embodiment of tranquility
Warming in the sun
striding toward perfection
like lovers on the run
a memory of winter days
reflecting thoughts of you
glistening on blades of grass
new like morning dew
a refreshing pool of yearning thoughts
in a glass lifted to soft lip
a toast to your inner beauty
waiting to be sipped
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