honeysuckle overtakes me
rich perfume penetrates my pores
i’m drunk on its sweetness

the air is still; the birds rest
gently chirping amongst the leaves

trees stand tall; branches lifted
like graceful ballerinas
about to pirouette

clouds diffuse the sun’s glare
while colors pulse with vibrance


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