Sun at its Zenith

This is my lazy tone

tip-toed through hardy pampas grass in Kentucky

with wine and revelry kicked up to a

mountain high

laughs, full of sunflower seeds

the bright of eyes starting to fall

bracing for the future chills

rainbows under clouds

Praying for resilience

Hoping L-o-v-e bears fruit

Cause you deserve it!

Similar to tasting the cotton fluff of candy twirled around a sweet tongue

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