When Summer Comes
Summer, soon, will be opened
to all with warm hugs and the blue sea
will welcome us, cheerfully. And, when
its pompous eyes rinse the day
in the great bath of its eternal
breath, the weightless hands of
twilight night will satiate love and these
craving cicalas that flirt with the hornpipe dancers
are indeed twinkly damas de noche,
whose enamouring flames prowl
for their naked souls, glowing like
sparkly jewels in the evening sea.
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