The moon filters through
Foggy clouds; her face a timeless
Capsule of memory
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SUMMER SOLACE
Poetry[PROSE & POETRY] i am in search to find myself an oasis underneath the yellow yolked sun / who knew I'd find my summer solace in the creases of your smile?
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The moon filters through
Foggy clouds; her face a timeless
Capsule of memory
