The Hum Of Summer

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As the sun yawns to a rise 

Its rays seep in through the shades

Laying gently on your head 

Toasting ever so slightly 

One single curl

Dangles from your head to your face

My naked hand compelled to move it 

Gently 

Pause

You shift to the left 

And back again 

The curl falls back into place 

Eyes are still closed in serenity 

It was summer.