These Lazy Days

These lazy days drift by,

lounging around on the idea

that they will never end.

One day slips to the next,

forever and onward;

never looking back,

never slowing down.

Time can be divided,

chopped  into pieces,

But it can never be destroyed,

only transformed

into the next piece of time.

Days that consist of

white and fluffy, cotton candy clouds,

a bright yellow burning sun

and an endlessly blue sky.

The sun scorches the skin

and draws droplets of moisture

But it is a comforting warmth.

One that blinds the eyes

And recharges the soul,

Turning the skin darker as it goes…

 

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