Saturday, May 11, 2013


The clouds are grey
I'm sitting alone
I watch them role by 
As the wind blows softly,
I think of the summertime
The flowers at bloom
The skies all blue
And soaking up the warm summer sun
How I wish it was then

The hot summer sun
It fills up my heart
Making me happy from the start
I love the light breeze
The wind in you hair
Letting you realize
 You can do anything anywhere.

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