Lilac Hills

The lilac hills were drifting

gracefully in the calm

The pink sunrise winked

cheekily at dawn

The cicadas chirped

happily for all

Oh, how I am happy

 the time is not for fall

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Olive trees gathered

conspiratorially beneath my window

The blue sky pure

with its bravado

Clothes lines strung

in the hazy heat

Oh, how I am happy

it is summer by this window-seat

27/06/2015 (9:25)

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