Hi-ho and hello.
Summer
By: M. R. Vega
Summer sun, solstice’s Moon, strawberry glamour upon the midnight air. 18 years scowling freight to be dismissed for such a demanding duration.
I bury my head between the sheets of summer heats echoing blisters into the ears of yesteryears for me and those dead and gone.
Clouds of citrine, and lilac, summer skin, lacquered and bronzed bring me your tenderness, lay the metal between my ears, kiss me tender, kiss me thrashing.
Summer sun Solstice’s Moon, a Summer heat pervading the strawberry glamour that thrums at the ocean bed.
Summer sun Solstice Moon, give me the strawberry streams of yester yonder.
Summer sun, Solstice moon, give me a dream to be free. Eighteen Years holding for a time to shine, to say hello, eighteen years, may there be gray, wrinkle, let it weigh, take freight, eighteen years to be free, to be seen.
Summer sun Summer Moon strawberry glamour. Paint the world in your strawberry glow, a new summer dawning. Bring it forth for me and you.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be gentle and the night, let it kiss you to the dreams of tomorrow.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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