Stir

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Summer light swirling in your eyes;

Translucent.

Entrancing.

You look up,

Grin at me and continue reading aloud.

Your voice like music

Stirring an uncontrolled symphony of feelings In my belly;

Ecstatic thoughts in my mind.

And the breeze caresses skin.

The birds sing

And we are lost once again

In a place only we know.

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