Summer heaven, beside the creatures
And the leaves grow, churning stem and pulp
There I fall, the wetted rock and willow
Aligned in twos from whence I stand
The sunset ruse, and each year after
With mother's tame, worn clothes with creases
Hasting days, beneath the Willows
Endowed with memories I release
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
Summer heaven, beside the creatures
And the leaves grow, churning stem and pulp
There I fall, the wetted rock and willow
Aligned in twos from whence I stand
The sunset ruse, and each year after
With mother's tame, worn clothes with creases
Hasting days, beneath the Willows
Endowed with memories I release
