Lounging on a cloud, reclining,
Sun-boy dozes off and falls alseep;
Cuddles close and ceases shining,
tucked up into slumber deep.
Such balmy, soothing, quiet weather,
that begs for us to snuggle up;
on downy duvets make of feather,
with a steaming chocolate cup!
Such days are made to lounge and laze,
Sky-girl draped in veils of mist;
in a trance-like drowzy daze,
to be yourself and just exist...
And so I smile and heave a sigh,
Perhaps, I'll wake up by and by...
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