Summer moments
We're walking along the beach.
I didn't expect you impressing me much,
But that's how it used to be.
The air smells sweet and the temperature raise
Until it is 30 degrees.
You're taking my hand and we're running inside
Into ocean, refreshing with breeze.
We're laughing out loud and you pull me close
That I can barely breathe.
I want to stay in this moment now
And never this summer to leave.
21/07/2014
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