Graceful days and summer rays,
You came without an invitation,
I was in your look of haze,
Gazing in your soul's intention.
You're closer to the highest peaks
Of mountains close and yet so weak,
When you're around I barely speak,
We dance and giggle every week.
Lonely nights and silent fights,
When my heart makes daring flights,
I look for your eyes so bright,
You amaze me with your light.
Graceful days
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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