It was a long summer afternoon
a crackling fire lit the yard
the southern sun was setting
while I strummed my old guitar

It was her way of moving to the music
she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes
she danced with the slightest sway in her hips
and her heavenly body torched my skies

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Looking up at the clouds so high

Watching colors stretch across the sky

As they combine and spread apart gracefully

An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by

As the sun first wakes

Golden hues are painted on the tips

I’m struck by the beauty

How lucky I am to be a witness

As the sun slowly dances across the sky

The image changes as clouds come and go

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