Searching for pot of gold
Yearning in wishful, somnolent
Having vision with sudden
Startled, stargazing, jealousy
And snoozing, a loudly, in ecstacy
Whilst, summer sleeps, quietly into shine
And morning sings, with symphonic splendor
The sunshine closes into purple rays
My mind reflections dancing
Being moonstruck up in clouds
Dreaming, building castles in air
In marvel, flight, fancy
Of summer pie in the sky
© daniel miltz
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