A yellow hand grabs onto the palms of the other yellow hand, as their fingers curls. Their nails are painted neon green.

Summer rain

And the summer rain that falls,

Falls softly on your face.

And it falls, falls and falls

Onto your fingertips,

And onto your heels.

The shadow that hides the tiredness in your eyes,

The weakness in your smile,

And yet I feel that there is nothing more beautiful

Than basking in the curves of your lips,

A hand holding you, precious, sinking into your hips.

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