Summer Nights This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

April 4, 2013
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
dearest dear that yearns for violins,
that tree,
Our moments' serum 'neath the leaves?
How do I pity
It. And quite

a bit.
It's sad forever,

never leaves.
(Was it a birch? I cannot say:
I was distracted, if I may)
That jealous branch
Can't join our simple blissful hug!

exclusive passions' avalanche
By which Neruda's path is dug.
Unlike a butter flown, I can so dwell

Upon a flower till it's curled...
Above the howling city I hear the knell

And dream of simple nature, summer-whirled.
Michelangelo's women come and go

(In your gifts, you are not stingy)
And I shall stay and so and so

How 'bout we speak about daVinci?
And I'm remorseless as can be:
You chose to spend that time with me.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback