It certainly is, it seems
This fine sunshine,
that triggers my senses
And brings to mind
A rush of feelings
Neither hot nor cold
Jus ever so pleasant
The aroma of summer
Does help me unwind
As I fill my lungs
With this sweet air
While my face is touched
by the queen’s goodness
As she smiles down on me
full-faced
The breeze wafts away
Her touch of my skin
And the shade is bliss
Topped with a heavenly kiss.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
It certainly is, it seems
This fine sunshine,
that triggers my senses
And brings to mind
A rush of feelings
Neither hot nor cold
Jus ever so pleasant
The aroma of summer
Does help me unwind
As I fill my lungs
With this sweet air
While my face is touched
by the queen’s goodness
As she smiles down on me
full-faced
The breeze wafts away
Her touch of my skin
And the shade is bliss
Topped with a heavenly kiss.
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