summer strums slowly
swiftly along
leading the way
leading me on
a weak love is strong
a sun fading into full moon
full of mood
swings swinging
sweeping the depths
then up so high
a summer someone
in silver cloud lit skies
with golden lies
& that bronzed smile
coupled by color
& the clearest minds
beside & not behind
not behind but beside
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Ixchel Lara |
someone to hold me tight
that would be very nice
someone to love me right
that would be very nice
someone to understand
each little dream in me
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