Summer fantasy under parasol
I drift like a dozing island in the shadow
Damp dew pearls from
sunbathed, amber shimmering skin
United in warm breath
Scents, sounds and colors
Answer each other
Velvety soft, pomegranate sweet
I thirst for coolness
For silence, for refreshing waves
Fantasies, strung like
like shells on strings
I want to feel the tides
Before the trembling soul
Loses itself in the silent waters.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/29/2022.