Gentle sway, summer breeze,
These moments alone
In a crowd when thoughts leave me be.
Just the sound of laughter, clinking glasses
And a child’s cry combining
With the wind that whispers through the trees.
The sun is in your eyes I know
Obscuring your thoughts from mine.
As effective as an eclipse
This bliss that floats in the air
On summer nights like these.
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