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It is August. The pomegranates are in flower!
My wine bowl pours songs of scorched earth
and sun’s kiss at midnoon!

I am at peace now, I promise
the bluebells will tell you,
as long as I am under this
pomegranate moon

the sea is swallowing the sun!
I feel alive
kiss me, I feel alive!


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by Sunshine Holt

Published on October 30, 2024