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The First Proper Evening of Summer (Free verse) by [mojo]

It's a matter of colours, And resonant sounds, Reds, blues and greens, Of pleasant hues and tone, So that everything seems, Compatible as a whole, Harmonious to the eyes The ears and the soul, A vista, A light cooling sea breeze, Like a caressing whisper, Ice in a drink, "plink", Simply the way I think, On Summer evenings, In shirt sleeves.

kawakurdi 23-Jul-02/1:54 PM
and resonant sounds- sounds dissonant. The rest is fine.




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