I saved this dance just for U
A rainy shoulders kiss
Traveling from peak to peak.
Once a weary well, still rooted in green.
She found herself greeting the spine of a haircap’s beam.
Like déjà Vu for the trees, only petrichor can fuel these roaring needs,
And as our strings entwine, let the leaves whirl in this time.
After all it’s our love, divine.
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