“The First Day”


    The days pass and the wind prances


    Light streams through the curtains


    But the blonde paces through, taking no glances


    She moves along the summer day, no matter what the future containsLove what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    As if she were made to glide, she takes no other stances


    The days are long and the breath of summer''s day on her, leave no stains


    The breath of summer''s day, it changes her


    A sweet-smelling breeze ruffles her hair, she''s beauty in their eyes


    The brunette stares at golden strands that flow in the air


    Her smile makes it better, the view of the hills makes her realize


    To the other, the blonde is so precious, a treasure so fair


    Only the presence of her is what gets her to rise.