She is sunlight on his dew droplets,
peircing rays into his blue and green,
melts ice into dry water,
licking his upside down smiles clean.
He is the moonlight on her cereal,
the milk poured on to her night,
skips, tra-la-las into her desert,
eletrifying keys on to her melted kite.
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Really interesting piece which skips a million beats but ends up on the same rhyme.
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