August Afternoon
A mellow warmth
give depth and echo
to the chirping birds;—
under a fluent quicksilver sky,
hidden and emphasized
in the late summer leaves
of lightly swaying canopies.
Clouds line the distant horizon
like faded cotton wads;
we hide from the rumble
of the city
in a short moment
of nostalgic childhood dreams.
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