In a glass bell When the night conquers the streets and the linden trees like in a glass bell spit their smoothly essence I know the summer is on When the mosquitoes become a regular topic and men like wine flies are in search of the coldest beer I know the summer is on When every day has an incendiary sunset spread like a canvas before my eyes and crickets invade the grass I know the summer is on A cold shiver glides on my spine: If summer is on.... at the next corner winter is sharpening its icicles again
Posted on: Sat, 05 Apr 2014 22:09:51 +0000
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