Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Summer Day

The trees, their whisper, the velvet leaves
The day, its calling, us its thieves
The luscious air, the cooling breeze
The drifting pollen, do not sneeze
The deep blue sky, its sunny smile
Cloudy eyes, it has lived a while
Life.  Live, living, lived.
We are alive.

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