In summer the pace of things
slackens and loses its winter
regularity. Dates blur, days blend,
we age into a green happiness even
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Part 1/ In many places the seasons of the year are similar, and the seasons have no feeling.. but this is the creative poet coloring them with the special psychological moments that live in, he formulates them with several meanings according to the perception of the special poetic sense
2 / we wish him continuous creativity and writing, he is closer to the nature more than us, he is the one who surprises us with his beautiful, distinguished poetic style, long live in health and wellness to Brick 10/10 as usual and added to my Fav list
we age into a green happiness even the cool air of August cannot dispel.