Longest Day More minutes to pirouette upon this illuminated stage, another sonnet rhyme to write, a prolonged melody to sing these moments when the sky is a silken sheet of cyan pale —
O Summer! I am bewildered by the calm of palms rested upon my knee, absence of shoulder shivers, your fragrant warmth embraces me like a prismatic pashmina while I wander through grass and flowers of field and forest —
Give me these hours while the albescent sun hovers over tallest mountain peaks, let me drink of the madness of colors, scarlet wine of roses, tea green leaves, punch of hibiscus pink, pineapple, purple grape —
When I have quenched my thirst and the laughter fades into a silent smile, let me bask just a little bit longer in lambent daylight before the shortest hours of twilight hasten to arrive.
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