Midsummer's warm currency
Borrowed from the south
Whispers of the souk
Permeate the still air
Fragrant balms of charring meat
Swap with sweet oranges
For the streets have travelled far tonight.
Out beyond the familiar rain and chill
Conjuring a dream
Into reality
Gifted by the sun god
Just for tonight
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