I Feel The Sun

Fresh on my face

Like its heat is a thousand pounds

Eyes so tired

Easily closing

 

To move would only

Harm the bliss

Each blade of grass can feel beside me

 

Sore muscles smile

Under browning skin

Never missing the selfish rain

 

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