summer morning
picking bouquets of weeds
in fields of sheep
the robin's whistle taunting me
the greenhouse whirs
telling me what I already know
to put on my shorts
and feel the sun on my shoulders
these long summer days
call for deep sleep at night
playing games all day
with feet black by dusk
I cherish these days
my skin turns that golden brown
my curls a shade lighter
my body feels light too
and my heart can't help but do the same
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