drinking in the last minutes of
golden sunlight, like a tea
thick with honey
grass almost shimmering
warmth on your face
seeing the world through
glistening eyelashes
lapping in the luxury of the
comfortable, creamy sunlight
a soothing balm after
burning heat f day
the long shadws put the
grasses to rest, stretching
long across the fields
like blankets.
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