Saturday, 1 November 2025
Sun-kissed Poetry
A really amazing breeze is teasing every part of my skin.. cooling it.. touching it.. wooing it.. a sensory pleasure its hard to ever describe.. you just want to be lulled in its embrace.. not let go.. hug it to yourself.. making its presence felt in such a loving way.. always there no matter what.. shivering across every pore as darts of exquisite pleasure.. assailing my senses into wonder and ecstasy.. the sun is high up in the sky.. bold.. bright.. powerful.. touching every bit of visible earth and all in it.. with renewed shades of life.. the breeze writes poetry on my sunkissed skin.. breaking into song sometimes.. dancing merry steps all over and around.. the birds call out softly in reverence to the suns phenomenal presence.. the sky cloudless deep blue.. mornings are amazingly beautiful.. today the sky was a unique shade of orange and red.. we get so irritable about such little things in life.. making ourselves the center of this universe.. and everything about ourselves..
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