Sunlight In My Hair
I love the warm breeze with sunlight in my hair;
each follicle gently lifted, kissed by Sol.
Radiant arms touch my lively essence so rare;
making my aged, tired, and lame body feel whole.
Each follicle gently lifted, kissed by Sol;
warmth of his smile brightens chilly wearied days.
Making my aged, tired, and lame body feel whole;
soaking up all of sunlight’s magical rays.
Warmth of his smile brightens chilly wearied days;
when all seems lost and full of deep depression.
Soaking up all of sunlight’s magical rays;
always seem to help with the soul’s transgression.
When all seems lost and full of deep depression;
radiant arms touch my lively essence so rare.
Always seem to help with the soul’s transgression;
I love the warm breeze with sunlight in my hair.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
First Place Winner ~ "Sunlight” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nikko Palmario
May 12, 2011
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