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Oct 2019
The sun won’t go down today,
summertime flows in my veins,
endless like a cup of green tea,
soothing like ocean sounds,
majestic like a wildflower,
this is truly the only way to live,

and I thought:
this is the objective of my life,
keep close what keeps me alive,

the coldness in me left,
but soon it will return to me,
like a boomerang,
like hope,
which I let go, caught and lost again,
but the poetry of my heartbeat is warm enough to keep me safe,
from coldness,
from darkness,
from sadness,
may it be summertime every day,

back to business but without Venus,
you’ve hurt me enough,
back to Hollywood with a new mind:
cleansed,
warm,
and kept alive,

in the warmth of summertime,
pinnacle,
prime,
ground forever stable,
water forever flowing,
greenery forever green,

old menacing forecast turned into a joke,
survival into a game for children,
happiness into casual eternity,
and summertime is forever.
Poem #7 off my first poem collection titled ‘Feels like Roswell’. This poem is something I had to write and put out. If it can’t be summertime all year long, then I’ll at least act like it is.
Anton Angelino
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