The Hammock
The morning air caresses my face,
Brushing my cheeks with wet kisses,
A gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of newly blooming Mimosa.
The sky, sprinkled with foam,
Like the sea as it retreats from the shore.
The hammock sways,
Lulling me to sleep...
A temptation hard to resist.
Come,
Let us surrender together.
Brushing my cheeks with wet kisses,
A gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of newly blooming Mimosa.
The sky, sprinkled with foam,
Like the sea as it retreats from the shore.
The hammock sways,
Lulling me to sleep...
A temptation hard to resist.
Come,
Let us surrender together.
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