Summer overseas

The crows fly above the green meadow caught by a returning summer sun when we can barely talk the mosquitoes dance in the warm air like there's a party going on your silence is love from an alphabet from overseas letters that together give a feeling words that carry us to the climax food for the mind and for the stomach you are approaching my balance now balance between give and take and I'll take you with my folk to new stories, original destination without a name in silent delusion in all the solitude of text.


© Jeroen Splinterman.
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