Summer At 8pm

The daytime radiation changed the forenoon breeze And the windows were kept close Flames hemmed in my room from the furnace terrasse Brought my afternoon snooze at dispose. Abounded myself from my brazier bed and stepped on the het up floor And outcried mutedly against the cataclysm Pelted along to take a bath, water pour out perceived to be boiled more Brought all my desires against summer’s pragmatism. The awaited evening was bored by the midday coercion And the fun fancied by the birds those choir Slowly by the virtues of lyricism, windows were open Versed the liaison where the vanity fluxed by the twilight zephyr. Eased myself from my midday muted hollers and trod on the stairs to the terrace And felt the birds nested as the breeze became soother Prostrated along to feel the charm, stars twinkled by their self-reliance Brought all my desires worthy at 8pm with summer’s be after. The quiesce voice of the leisurely leaves by the solacing breeze And the dim rays that softened the ambiance Noetically by the oath of imagery shadows that molded by my ease Comeuped with this summer rhyme at 8pm by my essence.