Summer
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.
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