Summer is finally here:
The season of cold icy showers
And bright, lively flowers.
It's a season I hold very dear.
It's time for those dresses
and tinted sunglasses
and longer days
which meant more time to play.
Its time for that dive
headlong into the cold water,
or lay basking in the sun,
Licking ice cream
Off your sticky fingers.
YOU ARE READING
When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
