Summer

Fri, 07/24/2015 - 23:07 -- mlatic

The beams of light hit the spirited waters creating

Glistening diamonds,

Sparkling crystals,

And little specks of happiness.

The warmth radiates across my body

As I run my hands through my

Soft,

Wavy,

And sand filled hair.

Little children run on the shore.

Their laughter resonates

Creating sound waves;

Delightful squeals.

The wind caresses our skin,

Taming the heat of noon.

Tis the season of

Joy,

Love,

And utter bliss.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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