On a quiet summers day,
athe air was calm,
all that could be seen,
was in my dream.
In my dream,
I had to believe,
that I was in tranquility,
on a quiet summers day.
I was on an island,
full of suprises,
everything so serene,
it was appealing,
so healing,
on a quiet summers day.
Then I was awoken,
without a word spoken,
in a daze,
I was forced to believe,
I was back to the real world,
I had to be held,
about to fall,
dazing back into my dream,
it felt like I had been,
on a quiet summers day.
Isaac Sharp
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