Summer

All of this is truth

Have you ever woken up feeling like there was something missing,

Something more…

More than what you see

                                                think

                                                                        feel

I wake up this way every morning.

I can’t explain it, so I rack my brains

But remember nothing

Except…

 

Amber eyes

 

Rose-petal lips

 

Hair like stained silk

 

And a voice of music

 

When those same rose-petal lips move

And bring forth a melody into the world

A bouncing baby boy

 

And when he becomes a man

The world just might be different

 

And I will be changed for the better

The End

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