Poetry #3

Summer
sweet summer days
with cold drinks
ocean blues
and sun rays
hitting my back
while there’s a heat wave

sunshine
the air is clean
perspiration on my forehead
and trips to the beach

tan lines and outdoors
longer days, shorter nights
when the warm nights
become moments

all i miss is the sun
come come home
I miss you

sticky chins
inflatable balls
oh how I need you
everything is clear and I can see
the open skies and everything around me

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