Three months of summer
The days fly by
I want to get away
Not stay inside.
Enjoy the sun
The bright blue skies
Feel the warmth
And have some fun.
Smell the flowers
Listen to the birds
Feel the warm sand
Underneath my toes.
For soon the sun will set
The days will be cold
The skies will be dark
And we’ll be stuck inside again.
–-Farheen’s Note: Despite being raised in cold Canada, I always joke that because I was born in Pakistan, a warm country is where my heart and body want to be – bonus points for a warm ocean and white sand 🙂
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