Poetry, Writing


A gentle smile
	In the lilting breeze

Scents of summer
	Chasing through the leaves

Like a pyrsamid
	Stood on end:

My focus points to 
	Your crenter


I turn

	The world blurs
			Around me

I trip and I yearn

Catch a limb to stand	
		For your hand

Falling down
	On you completely

Have I always fought
	With gravity?

But in the sun
I find comfort

In the rays
The warmth is like heaven
Smiling on my day

In the cool grass
My cares fly free


	In summer
		Made just for me

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