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Summer Air
By Dimitri Mihalas
From: Trilogy in a Minor Key
It is true
that in this place
where I dwell,
there are rooms,
dark, with hidden forms;
sometimes almost empty,
sometimes dead.
But there are many, many more
filled with light
and ringing laughter.
There I have found sunshine
music
and summer air
rich with aroma
of golden mountain grasses
after the fresh rainfall of August.
(A sketch of a life composed of alternating
periods of darkness and normal existence.)
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