Saturday, August 12

Name.

Day breaks

Another sun shines
Nothing to do today
It feels perfect
Elysian bliss, if you want it
Love or solitude, if you can catch it
Life has a way of playing its little games
And you are the referee of yours

Just another chance to believe
Once more the soothing scents of home
Now off again to the play-fields
Everyone will be wrapped in smiles
Smiles that make the sky deep blue.

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