Gypsy Feelings In The Heat Of Summer

now, it is summer
every light takes a shady corner
it is so so far from cold December
yet, it can be poetically warmer
 
it is the heat of July flames
and the noon lounges lazy in the hot hour
 
some kind of time rarely sensed,
some kind of feelings mystically resuscitated
some sort of streaming languid lengthy oscillation
seen on a very large sea without limitation
 
then the void swallows any sign of voice,
of motion, less life, less existence
death of any poetic fresh dictionary,
 
no vocabulary found in the stark wilderness
except flames, fires, inferno and volcanoes..
 
time is dead, a postponed life, set aside
for autumn and some cool greedy shades
 
the oaks lie far in the misty forest
i long for that green scenery beyond the mountain,,
and the wolf roaming around the lazy sheep,but fed
 
and happy as if against my emotions,
me, who the heat is the very foe, the main fear
 
as i burn my skin for a poem to be inked,
a feeling to be transmitted faithfully to those
foes i still love still respect and strive
to show how much humanity is more expensive than gold,
than any word said than any blood shed, even
more friendly than that runs in our veins.....
 
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