Summer Nights

These are the nights

When I want to write

With a summer breeze caressing my face

My hair disheveled and full of grace

With the dogs howling at the gleaming moon

The dawn striking much too soon

The stars twinkling in the wine-dark sky

Each one winking with an infinite smile

Some stay awake, afraid of what might be missed

A peck on the cheek; a midnight kiss

The excitement and joy of a summer night

Yes, like tonight, I desperately want to write.

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