beach seduction

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i roused up at the dawn's blossoms hour
right when the moon and stars got dissolved
in the picturesque caresses of the sun…

on sky's beach, seduction got back to blue,
the rays of our first dreams dance on the lips
while smiles make a move to cheery season

today, my mood has...the color of your heart

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