Summer Nights

Beneath the window
flowers grow

On warm summer nights
the scent of violets
permeates the air we breathe,
the dreams we dream,
the form we know

And scent informs the form
of the sweetness of our summer days
as body drifts and recomposes
in harmony of nurtured joy
within the calm repose of darkness

pregnant
with the light of each new dawn arising

? Michaelette ?

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