Blood runs through
My blue veins
In each & every moment.
The earth is washed
By the gentle showers.
Give me the showers
Of your coral lips;
Your softened face
I wish to captivate
In between my fingers;
You never look at me,
Even reluctantly.
Yet I wish to flee
Into your world;
I wish to be drenched
By your sweet showers.
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