Oh, summer
Where I am safe and sound
Where I do lack
Some common sense and...
...solid ground
Or take me forth, I pray
Clear up the corners, lead the way
With all adorable routine
With sparkles in one’s eyes, pristine
Amongst the whirls of avid thoughts, enflaming
Deceitful as a feeble candlelight
There is no reason for a tattered blight
Or sorrowful self-blaming
03.06.2020
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