mY brain is on fire
& the word is hot
and the message
is a burning
flame
thereof
mY head
reaches for the sky
in a childish
rapture
of excitement
and wonder
thats when
it happens
thats when
everything falls
into place
&
when the moment
is ripe
the flower
of mY expectations
bloom
unexpectantly
and to mY
uttermost joy
thats what
all happenings
are made of
this energy
of opportunity
released &
comes into play
like an innocent babe
in the sun
like the dream of summer
that returns every year
with the same colourful
landscape of breathtaking beauty
and magical mystery
this is a sweet memory
of summer left
as a reminder
of the magic
when birds sing all
day long
with flies accompanying
with their buzz
and hum
when Datura
is growing
in her pot
when my 1001
tics have been
screwed
when the 10
little kittens
have their first
summer on
and im typing
this in a
serene state of
gratefulness
mixed with
a drop
tranquility
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