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I recall those days when the sun

in your eyes would shine even in

the gloom, trying to capture the sky,

resisting the gust hindering your eyes

nothing can deny us this chance

a rarity more precious than a bullion



yesterdays are here melting the bullions

you kept under the grace of the sun

shinning in this precious chance

are the undergrowth, which we both missed in

so many years, now here before our eyes

you pose and look up to grin at the sky



the cozy morning induces blue sky

as your feet would kick tiny stones of bullion

color, and you tease to ran your eyes

upon my tan shoulder through your sunny

stare, burning with fervent emotion in

this open air glimpses of chance



you held me close to you for a chance

to view two lovebirds soaring in the sky

their tweets are a harmony of love in

midair, casting a shadow to the bullion

shine of the lurid cackling of the sun

reflecting in your powerful caramel eyes



I love to look those mesmerizing eyes

your way of looking at me saves a chance

that I would not disregard, today the sun

will lay its most burning ray and the sky

shall witness how we melt our bullion

on the shrubs, watering their roots and in



this moment, the lovebirds will watch us in

great keenness, we’ll ascend before their eyes

and touch the soft azure. I’ll bear the bullion

sting between my thighs, now is the chance

to prove I can make you own the sky

and lay our anatomy over the hot sun



Feel the sun in my loving eyes

and in your soul, bury this chance

we'll spun the sky with sweats of bullion