I gazed under the sun,
Walked on the grass,
Feeling the air passing through my hair,
And feeling the cold warm water on my feet.
I see friends playing happily,
On the river, jumping, diving, enjoying,
Then walking on the slippery stones trying to enjoy myself,
By sitting on a rock under the sun taking pictures of friends.
Where it's the first time seeing us all together,
Enjoying, the cold warm waters of the river.
Comments about this poem (MeRiverries by Mitch Señoron )
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