Blue skies,
Open your hazel eyes,
Crisp breeze;
Yellow honey
Fresh
Its fragrance.
Smooth,
Flows the water
Bright,
Shines the sun
Soft,
Feels the grass
And love got its chance!
Skins,
See through their sheen
A feel, that of satin.
A note, A rhyme.
The wave takes a leap
And the palms,
Ring a bell
The music in my mind
Takes me away,
Time stops for a moment
And it's finally our time!
Was it the blue skies?
And did the sun shine?
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