Oh summer skin, warm and supple, full of freshness, I miss you already. I remember I spent this day reading Proust in my yard, and at evening I lay on the couch to observe my favourite tree atop the hill. She danced with the breeze, in the full bloom of the setting sun, and my legs tingled at the sight.
Oh, what a lovely post! I can feel the honey-coloured light, wonderful. xx
ReplyDeletethank you Vera, I'm so enamoured with your work.
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