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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.
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