As I lay in the grass, I feel the breeze.
The birds in the trees seem to sing to me.
As I close my eyes to feel the heat,
The light of the sun grabs me.
It seems to never want to let go.
When I come to my senses,
The sunlight leaves.
The sun is going down.
But I then look up at the trees,
And I feel the summer breeze.
And I say goodbye until tomorrow.
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Carry On
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote during random moments of my life.
