I miss easy summer afternoons,
Sweet like honeysuckle,
Mellow like morning hours.
The breeze, like velvet,
Runs through my hair,
Caresses my skin,
Illuminating that feeling
Of being alive.
Sunlight,
With its friendly kiss,
Drifts in.
Weightless. Endless.
There you sit
Glowing in the radiant warmth
Of a summer day.
Everything is right.
We're alright.
- LKS. January 28, 2012.
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