Sommertime Breath
Summertime is here, a breath of fresh air,
The sun’s warm fingers weave through the hair,
Flowers burst in colours bright and clear,
Painting the world with joy and cheer.
The hum of traffic, a lively beat,
Footsteps and laughter fill the street,
Outside, the air feels soft and sweet,
Where strangers and friends casually meet.
People smile beneath the golden sky,
Festival spirits soaring high,
A dance of life that can’t deny,
Summertime’s magic passing by.
mjm05/25
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