a light breeze
feet on grass
hair sticking to lips
a new shade of red for summer
wondering
will the white rose bloom
in time for midsummer
will this summer be different
will I be more awake
more alive
more out of control
go skinny dipping in the night
sink my feet in sand
sing out loud, out of tune
dance until my hair is dry
feet are sore
and heart is full
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