
Words
June.
Arriving in blossom, aging me and many a year.
A trip to the beach is all that I craved.
Days pass by driecht, wind and rain.
Days pass by driecht, wind and rain.
Ups and downs. Kicks and a blow.
Sank in a moment.
It can't rain all the time though.
Again, we up and we move.
A car journey steals pennies saved.
Trainers worn to climb, bare feet wade.
We make our way to the beaches of our childhoods.
We melon for cake and indulge in a munch.
Spying at life through glass zooming lenses.
Playing our songs on our wooden instruments.
A braw mild day started with cloud.
Bloomed into sunshine and warmth til the night.
Things will get better and the sun will shine light.
July sneaks up, I'm gonna fill it with melons.
Oats, yoga and badminton, my kinda heavens.
Oats, yoga and badminton, my kinda heavens.
Dreams of blue sky.
Please, please, pleeeeease July!
Please, please, pleeeeease July!
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