Interlaced thoughts are her hobby for summer
She picks them from tender kisses and vicious blows
Candidly opens them again with a diluted smile
Thinking, it may inhaled easily and spread all over her body
Keeps on juggling whimsical events with ordinary
Fuelled with ignored emotions and greasy steps
Regardless subdued nights or unattached days..
She could count them unconstrained
Sipping a lemonade,her spirit aroused
Embracing all the infant thoughts she woke up
Its another summer to swallow
But first she took a dive in it.