Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Summer days, bees fly to you.
Summer nights, no need for haste.
Golden brown, light shines through you.
Cold and sweet, the perfect taste.

True Blood has nothing to do with this poem, but I was listening to the song when I wrote it. It reminds me of slow laid back summer nights, sipping a cold Pepsi and enjoying life.

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