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Transparent

hues fade from the eyes of humans, clear tinged reds and blues falling to the wayside—

reminiscent of summer nights when the purple glow of a setting sun

washed over the viridian trees that dominated long, contemplative strolls;

ears awash with nature's rhythms—chirping crickets a subtle cadence joining the whisper of

emerald leaves and sloth of crunching footsteps, the night's faithful song lost within the murmuring

voices of shared love and hammering yells of children at the crest of becoming teenagers, lost

within the delicious swirls of vanilla twilights and chocolate dreams—sweet tastes of honey

and sugar lie on lips crusted with lust and love, tinges of mint hovering between air heated by

duo sets of breath and minds aching to cross that final tower of luscious strawberry sin;

laden by the earth's subtle texture graced by the gentle breeze of God's cool fingers lain, cradling

smooth bark of age-old trees and lapping waters of the cerulean lake brushing soft strokes on

transparent skin, growing fainter in the darkening day and delighting in love's cradle and time's touch.

Description
Transparent

hues fade from the eyes of humans, clear tinged reds and blues falling to the wayside—

reminiscent of summer nights when the purple glow of a setting sun

washed over the viridian trees that dominated long, contemplative strolls;

ears awash with nature's rhythms—chirping crickets a subtle cadence joining the whisper of

emerald leaves and sloth of crunching footsteps, the night's faithful song lost within the murmuring

voices of shared love and hammering yells of children at the crest of becoming teenagers, lost

within the delicious swirls of vanilla twilights and chocolate dreams—sweet tastes of honey

and sugar lie on lips crusted with lust and love, tinges of mint hovering between air heated by

duo sets of breath and minds aching to cross that final tower of luscious strawberry sin;

laden by the earth's subtle texture graced by the gentle breeze of God's cool fingers lain, cradling

smooth bark of age-old trees and lapping waters of the cerulean lake brushing soft strokes on

transparent skin, growing fainter in the darkening day and delighting in love's cradle and time's touch.