A piquancy of estival solstice epoch, Central to the realms of a four quire, The taste of sodium in the air heightens the flowery knowledge of summerās educ, Love is riding the tropical waves of nudiustertain whispers of a ulotrichous navire, A gobbledygook of heat and colors combine with an acute sweaty passionate taste of agastopia, Sandy saunters serendipitously awaken beached islands of lonely, The holding of hands encourage Ethiopian utopia, Will this be the genial catalysts of integrate abalone, A pool of beachballs bounce jubilee internally, Change is anticipatedly arriving like summer vacation, Bring in this wave close to your blossom maternally, Watch closely from the lifeguard station, Love can be chaotically warm, Like a summer storm....
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Tyronn Rahda Monroe
poet, violinist, musician, short story writer, furniture builder, artist, photographer.....etc....and recently trying to write screenplays. Covid has dictated that I must travel down exciting, new roads of prosperity to survive financially.
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