Poetry #3

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

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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