Love At First Site
The whistle blows steam,
while the bell rings,
outside the dew is swimming in the,
myst of a oceans spray.
Picture within a square,
hills and mountains,
balenced by beauty,
to grasp my hand.
Inside I stand,
alone in my head,
but voices intrude,
this peaceful picture,
of love.
Happiness
inside our eyes.
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