I live in those days

I live in those days

Of daisies and handwritten notes

Of mochas and the salt

Of the sea.

 

I live in the days

Of blowing kisses

Of your touch like the softness

Of the petals on our daisies.

 

I live in the days

Of your free smile

Of the intoxicating scent

Of your skin.

 

In those days

I lived.

 

 

 

The End

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