This is one of the poems from my last book “A lifecycle in Nihighnigma”
Summer
Dancing on the memories of eden
blossom in the presence of lust
caressing every step you take
flowers so fresh you can taste it
when the breeze tease your nostrils
and paints love on your forehead
you surrender yourself to everything
if summer had a name it would be gift
presenting herself on the table every morning
refusing to go away
and you would refuse to let her go
we seem to have gotten this tendency of worship
the light seem to opress us
it brings a paler shade of darkness to our light
dismantling us to just a small particle
that burns and breathes just for her
the making point of deprivation
if she would ever dissapear
we would wait forever for her return
Hope you enjoy it and maybe buys the book
Peace
MesAyah
MesAyah 
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