Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Sunny Day ( Poem )

Upon the earliest afternoon, there is a truest
magic upward level, kicking those inward feet
onto and into the insightful outdoor couch
with inglorious TV trays in handy, smelling airy
tasted breeze, closing roused loveable eyes, to
imagine of a sunny day, way on top during the
summarized culture, no worries about working,
to take your time, a summertime too, no more
funny and serious clowns in the mindless brain
himself alone, divine the beauty of nature has
blown, that was truly you, the birds chirped away
in tune before, awakened the next day, feeling
happiness inside, and keep the inner spirit really
deep within

Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-8-20   

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