Sunday, 23 August 2015

#poem Summer Nights

I love the smell of summer nights.

When the trees
hum their song of the holy hour;
I fancy them to be giants
curing everything
that man has made ill.

Oh, I love the smell of summer nights!

When the sea
swallows the sun,
then crushes its waves
against a naked body, 
which, terrified of the unknown,
still chooses to beseech it.

I love the smell of that moment
when darkness 
entraps
a stem of grass
and becomes it.

And when it breathes,
it whispers a promise
of new beginnings
amidst dark ends.

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