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Re: Summer Sonnet
Wow! Just wow. You really are amazing.
Angeline said:The sky is made of marble, blue gray streak,
and the willow green iridescent sways
in summer's moist grass-scented haze oblique
as memory of other years allays
the small apartment and the tiny room
where music plays, where poetry is born
in tears and laughter, even in the gloom
of rain or breaking night, so Sun's not worn
from care or pain. Each day the dawn breaks light
like lemon sliced in tea, so sweet and tart
that underneath the darker taste of fright
is swallowed. Let the morning sing its heart,
its freedom taken in small bites, its dreams
built warm in shaded season's burnished gleams.
Wow! Just wow. You really are amazing.