How Summer Senses Like

Fleeting scent of everlost dawnNight fading in a sweet nightingale’s songNever written story leading me home Sundown above the fresh-mown grassDreams holding on a magic of close winter whiteFields in dark chambers, mirror of fallen starsMake a wish upon still frozen time Rainbow across the stream, sundown sightDear dream about far northern lightsWhispering sea reflectingContinue reading “How Summer Senses Like”

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