Summer Days

January 22, 2010
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Beginning with the sun dust,
Slowly drifting in the sun rays.
Looking back on the day like there’s a promised tomorrow.

Sun beat down on the back of your shoulders,
Turning into peeling dead skin cells.

Make a warm hearted smile,
Even with dirty lies on my mind.

Soothing skies whistle,
As I lie beneath the naked clouds.

Looking over the window door,
I watch the sun beams blind my eyes.

I hope with a wonderous heart,
To never loose sight of the greenest weeds,
Growing inside,
A puddle of the bulest liquids.

The night grows old with the big ole oak tree.
Its towering branches say goodnight to me.

Ending with the sun,
Set low,
As I see the ravishing colors lay before thee.

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Milo! said...
Mar. 24, 2010 at 9:06 pm
This is a great poem because it's something we can all relate to at one point or another.
You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
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