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Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Feeling Yellow
The tropical flowers whisper her name
Wild chanterelle encircle her bare feet
as rays from the eastern sun caress her cheek
Dressed in vintage lace
She embraces the summer
The rich scents of happiness
Worth more to her than gold
I feel the same when summer finally rolls around. The heat takes care of me in ways the harsh cold could never do. I love the feel of full grass at my feet as well. I love not freezing myself at night or having to turn on the heat inside. Just being able to open the windows and enjoy the natural warmth.
This is exactly how I feel when I am in sunlight, like nothing else in the world matters except the warm heat radiating from the sky all around me
ReplyDeleteWonderful! I love the Ally connected to the feeling you described so authentically.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same when summer finally rolls around. The heat takes care of me in ways the harsh cold could never do. I love the feel of full grass at my feet as well. I love not freezing myself at night or having to turn on the heat inside. Just being able to open the windows and enjoy the natural warmth.
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