Summer
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Summer
Sands
of time
churn beneath
our feet as we
clasp hands and boldly
run euphorically
half-naked down the beach on
a sunny day beside the sea
below blue skies, pursuing a dream
of mutual love and shared destiny.
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Copyright © Dennis Spilchuk | Year Posted 2025
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