There’s little more pleasant than a summer breeze,
cooling the senses, sure to please.
Bliss is felt across our skin.
The sun is falling. Let the starlight begin.
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Day: July 5, 2024
Up and Over
A seeker of rainbows,
I gaze to the sky.
My world’s looking up,
as the clouds cry.
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The sun returning,
the blues drift away.
Colors erupting,
gone is the gray.
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A dream fulfilled,
a path to new.
My rainbow now frames,
a more colorful view.
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