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Shadowy eyes and a thousand conversations
Bloom in early spring
Of a young summer
And it's a thousand stories.
The wind felt hot in the hot summer afternoon.
Just something so burning ended so quickly.
As the darkness comes near, his many shades unfold
Shy demeanor to the child
He is and he was
Of a sunset with various shades.
In the sunset, he becomes cool
Like the breeze which touched and left me cold.
And wanting for more.
His words were too predictable and yet sometimes in nothing, everything told.
Thousand small stories, summer bought
April blooms from an innocent spring to young summer womanhood.
Smiles and eyes, our stories shared
May came and rain washed away
The heat of summer in April.