Summers infinity
Sunlight upon my face
I feel this lifting grace of light
A breeze of fresh summerwind
caresses my suntaned skin
The song that plays in the background
is the birds that doesnt cry
I smell the purity of newcut grass
and flowers in spiritual bloom
it is soothing in its way
summers infinity
Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2009-06-22 at 21:18
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