The watery pearl
I was on the verge of
Laying my bare sole
Upon a patch of grass
My eyes noticed it
Amidst some
Green stripes
With no fanfare
A round, watery pearl
Your earlobes
At the time so lovely
For a fleeting second
By the way
Where are you currently
We meet to part with
Candle to get extinguished
An autumn swing
To be relinquished
The clouded face
On the brink of raining
out of the race
At the small window
The bus must leave
The pearl too
Waiting to melt
Neither the earrings
Nor the hair bun
The inexorable sun
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