Summer Mead

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Poetry / White

Summer breeze,
moving from post to post,
in lazy summer stead.

I sit here waiting,
for you, my love,
to make my summer mead.

Mead, for the Gods that within me, live
secreted, in my heart and soul.
Mead, for the warriors that keep me, alive
by self-sacrifice in my extol.

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27. Living large. You control how you make another feel, don't take that for granted. Peace, Love, and Positivity.

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