Carpe Diem Poetry

Druids Celebrate The Summer Solstice At Stonehenge

I’m waiting for the solstice

for my zenith too

a feeling so adamine

swaying dress, liberating wind

naked swimming & skin

upon cool morning air

percolating pleasures

or pain sobering reality

challenges of chess

preventing royal deaths

resurrecting moments from

brinks of falling cliffs,

stings, stimuli, songs

that make arm hairs stand

give me life, pregnant

thoughts, streams of

clear water vacillations

experiences so high

as humanly as possible

before I die.


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