Flickering in the wind
Like colorful butterflies
waiting
to fly off
into sunshine
Pale bodies slip in
Come out tan
Grass stains
scraped knees
Small rivers of sweat
cooling
in evening
breeze
Leaving soft
tracks
of dried
salt
Soft buzzing of
insects
mixed with murmour
of
glasses being
filled
with cool drinks
into
endless
night
1 comment:
Gorgeously evocative! EmmaJaneR
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