The Summer wore high-heeled shoes
And drank the sun by eyes
It drew on sky the words-tatoos
"I love you haven't size"
The Summer sowed bright stars in night
And spilled the milk-moonlight
On sheet of grass it tender write
"I love you, my delight"
The Summer sleep in palms of dawn
One shoulder bared by wind
It soon wake up, it soon will yawn
And wipe the dew from skin
The Summer love, the Summer melt
In fire of blue sky
It writes with hot and not misspelt
"I love you, my July"
The Summer fantasy
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