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Midsummernight

Sun is shining
lazily
through the trees.

The heat of the day
is fading.

The soil beneath my feet
is warm and soft,
as I walk towards he clearing
where my home is built.

A fire has been lit
on the wide clearing.

The smoke greets me
and the flames pay tribute
to the setting sun.

Evening has come
and I smell the freshly baked bread.

After a hard days' work
my love meets me
to greet me with a gentle kiss
as we dance through this
midsummernight.

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