The Idealness Of Summer
"Oh the sweet touch of summer on my skin,
the smell of the rain, and breathing it in.
the daydream of perfection playing before my eyes,
and the distraction of reality hiding in disguise.
the breeze, the wind, the sound of the trees,
listening in still, to the birds, to the bees.
the feel of warmth in sweet summer nights,
closing your eyes and picturing the sights.
the stars, the moon, the summer night sky,
gazing up intentally, letting time drift by."
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