Memories
Thru prickly paths the sun beats down upon my head
Strobe like hammer, the sun beats down, on a grassy bed
Later: I drift across this tender sky of cool sunbeams
That bathe my mind, in liquid light – then starry beams
Tender peals of girly laughter scratch the torpid air
There she swarms, in radiant spells, she flicks her hair
Her gaze a-cast, with net so wide, as the Sargasso Sea
I look to her, ancient memories, gaze back at me
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