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Summer Blues

I close my eyes and drift away..
The warm sun sending my eyelids into a heavy slumber.
If it were possible to remove this yoke of gravity, I'd let this warm breeze dance with my listless body.

And yet...here still I lay

Cotton dress against blue-grey skies, as golden strands worship in waves the God of heaven.
I too worship the God of Heaven, but in this moment I day dream in flesh, where alone needs her Adam...for even Adam had Eve.

What have I done so wrong in this life?
Or is this also vanity and ego speaking?
Do you know God, I love beautiful hands?
Hands that teach, hands that have a mind of wisdom.
As for eyes, eyes that hold depth and singularity, set in the head of a man who knows what he wants and takes it with his wisdom.
God, I just need a beautiful love... I just want a beautiful love.

SophiaGrace
Written by SophiaGrace (Mara)
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