Citris Sun

Summer sun rises,

Bobbing above the water.

It fizzes and turns, letting the most beautiful shades of lemon and tangerine engulf its surroundings.

I bask in its citrus sent.

As time rolls on, pigments morph into a cherry sunset.

It envelopes me in tingling sensations.

I feel fresh, renewed, and smooth.

I breath in the safety and peace.

I breath out the fear and despair.

Warmth scorches my skin,

Leaving it as pink as lemonade. 

I pull the plug.

My relaxing sun spirals into the abyss.

Goodnight sun, until we meet again.


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