🌼Daisy Boy Had Seen the Eyes of the Atlantic🌼

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Radiance was
The first word that comes to mind
When our eyes met for the first time.
I think it was a Sunday
When I realized
There had been
finally a good day to go outside.

Like a spindler that spins his thread,
I think my world started to
Rotate a bit faster than
Usual.

Perhaps it wasn't fate
That brought me to you
But
Maybe it was
What I had wished for

Secretly

This whole time.

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