Endless blue skies on the horizon
Meadows frolicking with chrysanthemums
Crackling twigs of dried eucalyptus
Warmth of the heated ground underneath
Dew drops tickling the jaded grass
Bicycle imprinted, sienna smeared sidewalks
Blue and white and red stripped blanket
Panacotta and truffles to titivate your basket
Sweating bottles of Gewürz to celebrate
Sunlit strands of shimmering bronze locks
Hands that intertwine with exhilaration
Eyes gallantly shut to rhythmic tunes
Breathing that's laboured from liberation
The music raising your soul
Praise be to freedom, the one you love most.
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