Among the shadows
you heard the song
that the flowers
were singing
after gathering all
colds in black clouds,
and hiding them
behind the fierce sun.
Your voice fell still,
like a new bright dawn,
like the quietness of people
reading books by the shore,
like a volcano’s sudden
vomit to ruin all chills.
The door is wide open,
smell of the intimacy of
cut-grass reminds you again,
it’s the first day of summer.
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Happy first day of summer, everyone!
A Journey Called Life ... 
6 responses to “The first day of summer”
You are such a talented writer and poet. I am grateful you share your insights with others.
Thank you 🙂
And to you, too!
Thank you, Eric. 🙂
Love this.
Thank you, Claudia. 🙂