The golden haze of summer, thick and slow,
Where time dissolves like honey in warm tea,
And fireflies ignite a gentle glow.
The air, a velvet cloak, starts to flow free,
Through sun warmed fields, a gentle choir,
Where time dissolves like honey in warm tea,
A drowsy heat, where colors grow like fire,
Like painted dreams, upon a canvas clear,
Through sun...
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