Redwoods on the hazy grove,
and the serain of northern flake.
Steller gale in my daisy strove,
with the railroad near the salt lake.

Pristine crystals on the flaxen verge,
cruising train for the southern exile,
delighted petals of the Roman arch,
became my fragile paradise.

Reclining on the grassland as alone,
matey spot, I can grasp my smell,
tasting truffles by stooping on the stone,
resol love dried my tears with a spell.

This strange time only hopeless for us,
but that's the only bandage we have,
it's ruining everything but If this was my halcyon,
I'll be counting my remembrances right now.

Think once, feel twice,
before you signify something bad.
Feel once, think thrice,
like how was that when you ashamed.

Once recall that eternity of halcyon,
sense that era of heartbreaks with someone.
You'll feel like the lights went down,
you'll glance the demure eyelet and the cold lips,
and your torpe heart will go forward to the bed,
as alone with a canny smile......

#KevinDays
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