El día se deterrite
a mañana.
Los colores dulces del cielo
andan pintando las flores y frutas.
I lose myself in summer,
Wholly submerged
In the neon blue of the
ice cold drinks
We dance with,
Under indigo dyed skies
You can only see
When you elope
with the whales on the Pacific blue.
How gold the jewel
Of the sun is,
Moving like honey
On your skin.
Time is dripping over the sky
Like we’re biting into bursting peaches,
warmth grazing ours arms.
It sweetens all of our
months, parting kisses in august,
That pairing of moon and sun.
The Scarlett Locket 
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