Trip

The sun has come and banished all the rain
And happy morning flowers in my bed
A choral dawn triumphant in refrain
The golden sunshine elevates my head
So sing along with birds upon the branch
A happy shuffle walking down the street
And tumble like a happy avalanche
Let love consume the people that you meet
I’m unreserved to summer I will spring
Come play with me on nature’s carpet green
And dance until the happiness within
Exuberant upon your face is seen
An overdose of joy and I am high
The trip I’m taking in the bluest sky

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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