written by _Summer14

Dusty serene wind grazing my skin,
Leaving it's signature on my being,
I can smell spring,
The sweet little flowers blooming around,
Shining, sparkling, radiating,
Each of them in its own way.

The blinding colours reflecting,
Those pretty blue orbs, I remember,
Very unusual to my midnight black gaze,
Could they be the same, perhaps,
Amidst the same sweet aroma?

Spring, with the sweet smell floating around,
Flowing and blowing,
Through the wind,
Through the wave,
Until love blooms within.

Love, dreamy little butterflies flying away,
Around you, within me,
Tracing the thin air between us,
Closing the void,
Making us one.

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Finally, Our Summer is back with a bang. This is basically inspired by a new spring (how the hues, freshness give an essence of serenity)

Also, Summer said — I should add this, she's written it after so long so it might not be her best yet although I beg to differ with her on this.