The water rises in a gentle surge.
You don't have to stare at the sun.
Your eyes are an ocean, and
I long to swim within them, holding your hand.
Please, don't let your heart overflow all at once.
There is a quiet sense of calm.
After a long drought, the rain finally arrives.
Trees shimmer through the fog,
and
The scent of petrichor leads me back to innocence.
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