Swimming in the salmon skies
on a Sunday afternoon.
Speeding to where softness lies
when conclusion comes too soon.
Shading in consonant sounds
to dissonant melody.
Sliding through the sun-kissed mounds
to valleys of strawberry.
Smiling upwards at the storm
with its purifying bliss.
Gazing towards my distant home
and the dreams of its soft kiss.
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