Apple Day, by Sandwich Massacre Subscribe to rss feed for Sandwich Massacre

Sponged impressions against the electric sky
So cerulean it is and so enchanting
It makes one speak of this day as a beautiful embrace
As one is embraced by such a day
Summer sun bake beach-goers and black top
And scorching sand do children and adults alike tiptoe a
jovial dance
Amply bloomed trees glow verdance
As sun rays reflect off happy canopies
Grassy hills and plains
Tall yellow stalks swing in an angel wisp breeze
Painted in with a bright crimson glow
Shines a red delicious in contrast to its blue and green
proscenium
One cannot deny the essence of these innate colors
To call such a marvel an apple day.
2003
Posted: 2005-11-09 23:00:01 UTC

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