Monday, April 8, 2013

day 8, I'll pass on iambic pentameter

the smell of chocolate wafting on the air
warm breezes rolling off the lake
big band music drifting from the park
sun salutations as it rises in the east
lingering brunch outside in the shade
picnics around a fire 
walks on the beach
twinkling lights on a darkened skyline
bursts of light over the pier
fading into the past

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