Bossa
Strands of your hair
lithely dancing,
weightless,
lifted by the breezy rhythms of a
Bossa Nova song
on a Sunday morning
at the beach,
before heat and people wake.
Happiness.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2019
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