The midsummer
It was a wild dream,
With cerulean sparkles,
Drawing you closer,
Charmer – this loner,
The red and yellows sang
With the greys,
And it was a storm of light and day.
The cave of my dreams,
The cave with my glee,
The cave that shouts when
Mellow turns to murk.
Beauty at the behest of ye.

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