Summer afternoon

Warm sun
Gentle breeze
Bare skin
Bees buzz
Birds sing
Leaves rustle
Stream gushes
Smells of summer

In the distance a mower roars
Children squawk and chatter
Tractors pass laden with hay
Fluffy clouds drift overhead

Idyllic summer afternoon it seems
Yet it doesn’t reach me
Doesn’t seep into my soul

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