Feb 17, 2009 23:05
Summer sky overhead
The bright clouds whisper past
In a lazy chorus
Which drags the dozing eye to one of a hundred soft sights
And away again
Eyes closed into a red haze
The heat dancing
Coloured on shadowed lids
Gentle strokes of sunlight on skin
Tangible as the careful breeze
Which stirs the rainbows on the water
pome,
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