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Inside the Roaring of Summer: A Poetic Song
- Inside the Roaring of Summer: A Poetic Song -
A poetry collaboration between myself (Kara Lucielle Pythiana-Ashton) and Ivo Lamplot-Asle Nezorf.
Ivo is a friend of mine on Facebook, who is from the Czech Republic. This is our combined creation.
Inside the roaring of the gentlest of winds,
Inside the depths of the happiest of minds...
It is summer, upon the inside of our souls!
The season of delight, the one that consoles.
The sun rises so early in the hours of dawn,
Golden upon the green of the verdant lawn...
And is late to bed, keeping us wide awake.
The sun rises early and goes to bed so late!
Someone is singing, in a powerful voice. Calling, calling! Yearning!
Someone is singing, by a divine choice! Calling, calling! Returning!
You look out the window, the sun smiling,
You are captivated, the light is so beguiling!
Birds are singing and joy is flying in hearts.
Yours and mine, and others in distant parts!
It is summer, and dragonflies are reflecting,
In the glow of afternoon, eyes all detecting...
The surface of the river, and what is therein.
The warm night comes, and is soon to begin!
Someone is singing, in a powerful way. Crying, crying! Joyfully!
Someone is singing, to greet a new day! Crying, crying! Tearfully!
Joyful is the moment, as the heart is happy,
Holding hands amid the hour's great dignity.
Already from nature one is led to the dance,
Lovers in love with summer, as if in trance...
Running towards the sun, there is no return.
Blessed by the season in a new heat to burn!
Under a clear sky, lying down on the grass,
Next to each other, I feel your warm grasp.
Someone is singing, in a powerful tone. Calling, calling! Yearning!
Someone is singing, so far from home! Calling, calling! Returning!
Hearts of fools, or mad lovers lost in dreams,
My blue eyes are like the sea, or cool streams.
Your love for me, soft as sand inside the soul,
When I hold your hand, I may lose all control.
The world will turn, as I walk the garden soil,
My feet bare and my heart free from every toil.
Everything spins and turns, and day is passing,
As night descends, to find us so softly kissing!
Someone is singing, of a life and a life. Crying, crying! Joyfully!
Someone is singing, and ending all strife. Crying, crying! Tearfully!
It takes a fool's heart, and a love that is insane,
To create a world so ruled by love once again!
A poetry collaboration between myself (Kara Lucielle Pythiana-Ashton) and Ivo Lamplot-Asle Nezorf.
Ivo is a friend of mine on Facebook, who is from the Czech Republic. This is our combined creation.
Inside the roaring of the gentlest of winds,
Inside the depths of the happiest of minds...
It is summer, upon the inside of our souls!
The season of delight, the one that consoles.
The sun rises so early in the hours of dawn,
Golden upon the green of the verdant lawn...
And is late to bed, keeping us wide awake.
The sun rises early and goes to bed so late!
Someone is singing, in a powerful voice. Calling, calling! Yearning!
Someone is singing, by a divine choice! Calling, calling! Returning!
You look out the window, the sun smiling,
You are captivated, the light is so beguiling!
Birds are singing and joy is flying in hearts.
Yours and mine, and others in distant parts!
It is summer, and dragonflies are reflecting,
In the glow of afternoon, eyes all detecting...
The surface of the river, and what is therein.
The warm night comes, and is soon to begin!
Someone is singing, in a powerful way. Crying, crying! Joyfully!
Someone is singing, to greet a new day! Crying, crying! Tearfully!
Joyful is the moment, as the heart is happy,
Holding hands amid the hour's great dignity.
Already from nature one is led to the dance,
Lovers in love with summer, as if in trance...
Running towards the sun, there is no return.
Blessed by the season in a new heat to burn!
Under a clear sky, lying down on the grass,
Next to each other, I feel your warm grasp.
Someone is singing, in a powerful tone. Calling, calling! Yearning!
Someone is singing, so far from home! Calling, calling! Returning!
Hearts of fools, or mad lovers lost in dreams,
My blue eyes are like the sea, or cool streams.
Your love for me, soft as sand inside the soul,
When I hold your hand, I may lose all control.
The world will turn, as I walk the garden soil,
My feet bare and my heart free from every toil.
Everything spins and turns, and day is passing,
As night descends, to find us so softly kissing!
Someone is singing, of a life and a life. Crying, crying! Joyfully!
Someone is singing, and ending all strife. Crying, crying! Tearfully!
It takes a fool's heart, and a love that is insane,
To create a world so ruled by love once again!
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