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First Love

The day slowly sifted through the night

One leaf awoke

Finding a blossom so near

The fervor and ardor looked through their eyes

He opened his greens, she blushed wide

A dew dropped onto one

The other smiled

They saw through the virgin glass people galore

As the dew dropped down to the other

She was so careful to hold

The pearl, the gift of first love.

He turned green

She to periwinkle blues

For in the azure skies

Sun and wind decided to play spoilsport

A waft of wind, some heat did the job

A tussle, hustle bustle

Lovers separated, dews evaporated

Another first love lost.

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Written by Pallavi Suri

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