Naive

The breeze is flirting with my hair
The raindrops dance on the tip of my nose
I lift my head to kiss the sky
I was benighted by the beauty of a rose

My heart plays a song
That my mind cannot conceive
An echo spreading a rumor
I can’t help myself but to believe

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