A gentle smile
Lopsided
In the lilting breeze
Scents of summer
Enveloping
Chasing through the leaves
Like a pyrsamid
Stood on end:
My focus points to
Your crenter
Reeling
Twirling
Spinning
I turn
The world blurs
Around me
I trip and I yearn
Catch a limb to stand
Reaching
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
Drowning
In summer
Made just for me
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Writer of romantic suspense and HEAs. Wordsmith and adventurer, lover of music and nature, driven to tell stories both true and crafted. Visit me at daisyknox.com
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