The wind can sweep away the dust, but it cannot blow away the two young and hot hearts of that midsummer. The white moonlight gently bleaches the memories. The shower finally covered the window sill, and the purple wind chimes swaying in the wind seemed to be telling the feelings that had never gone away. All the unspoken throbs at this moment were rotting into poetry in July, light years away.
Purpose: cherish the present moment
