MelodyA Poem by ☯
Grass sways, dancing rhythms of the wind
Bare feet molded into the ground, Savoring each hot step, skipping over ant mounds. A sweet hymn flowing from angel's lips. The face of sun, smiling burning buckets of shine. The warmth caressing my skin, Thousand wishes that it were mine. The wood flowing with brass Strings pulled with each grasp. The birds chirp along, the vibrant summer songs of jazz. Hands hung over the old guitar, greenery hung over unhindered eyes. The stretch of magical flowers, captured in spells, one bound behind our ears. Vibration echoes, the delicious rhythm like sweet honey upon your lips. Words drifting in the air, falling into heartbroken hands. Laying in the grass, strumming souls to life. Stitching memories together alas, Watch youth fly red, gliding kites. Sky speaks with images, clouds floating under our dreams. Marvelous blue painted across promised scrimmages, Ice cream melting with every tamed second. Strumming, hands interlace, worries diminish, disappear without trace. A melody playing softly, summer stretching it's wings. *~*~*
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