Summers

The summery soft sunlight
Shimmers
Off my lemonade.
Breaks,
Into a thousand shards of citrus.

The warm breeze whispers in my ear
Plays with the locks of my hair,
Caresses them.
Mocks the blank parchment in front of me.

But what can I do?
Life is infinitely more beautiful than
Poetry.

…

The sunlight breaks into a thousand shards,
And I’m in love with every one of them.