Citrus sun.

1-sunshine

zany zephyr twirled tendrils
nibbling on my bare feet, kissing
I jot down smooth verses
eulogizing lemony sun

tender kisses by billowing breeze
leisurely caressed my mushy brains
flowing down like mountain glacier
is praises, about liquid sun

spiraled under my feet is wet grass
giggling whispers, and laughing fireworks
glistening dew drops, and chiming flowers
I feel the cupping hands of today’s sun.

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