Summer gardens
of  bobbing blossoms
wave beneath a pale blue sky,
I want to be there once again
naked among broad   fronds
unashamed among bird of paradise,
clinging dew drops on sun drenched thighs.
Meet me there once  again before  Summer
bids farewell.  Feed me sweet red apples while
they are nothing more than fruit

 

 

 

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          1. Thank you Miss Heart. I am increasingly difficult to remain connected, I really just wish to have a castle in the middle of the Black Forest and let the world do its own thing. Chance would be a fine thing.

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          2. That sounds like a beautiful existence for about three weeks. I prefer a lonely beach where I can build my own sand castles . When I read this I immediately thought of a slice of Black Forest cake. What does one do in the Black Forest besides bake ? 🙂

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          3. I was paraphrasing from one of my favourite books, Axel. A masterpiece of ennui. Sometimes when I am weary of the world and the world is weary of me I dream about the castle in the middle of the Black Forest. I will send you the link about the author.

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