First

It’s an angel singing while I dream,

The encapsulating aroma of the summer’s dawn.

It’s a clear flowing stream,

Seeing straight to the bottom.

No questions.

It’s the cool breeze freshening our skin,

Something we’re not entirely comfortable in.

It’s knowing every answer,

But having no idea how.

No wrong.

It’s eyes, hands, feet, smiles.

Unhappiness of another dampens,

But never ends the cycle.

It’s the feeling of summer in winter,

The cold can’t capture us.

It’s the light of the stars,

Something so amazing;

It even makes giants feel small.

It’s joy. It’s captivating. It’s love.

It’s simple.

It’s you.

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