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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