Summer Solstice

Never had HE holds the breath of summer,
As the dazzling midday sun showers her rays to every
-- single
--living
--things
So strong is the wind sometimes,
Causing the dandelions
to stretch their white foams up to heaven
creating a magical scene on a wintry evening.

And the mimosa
hiding herself like a shy virgin
between the cold mossy rocks
where stream freely flows
into the land of no end.

Sweet is the sound of the nightingale
like an ode,
too much soothing for one’s own ears
mourning for a new day to begin
I am dazed by my own thoughts.

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