Summer flowers

TO THE AMALTASH

Golden chandeliers

Under a fierce blue sky

Shading me softly from the sun’s heat

Swinging serene in the burning wind

Your movement a dance

Soothing weary eyes

Making me forget the scorching air

The sandpaper dust on my cheek

                               

Amaltash

It is almost worth the summer’s heat

To see you bloom so gloriously

And walk on tiptoe beneath your shade

Like a princess,

Under a canopy of golden lace.

 

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