| General Poetry
posted November 2, 2022 |
Ode to a summer I wish to have lived through
Summer of Love (1967)
We are the flower children,
our heart and soul conjoined.
We mine the rocks
from depths of the Earth,
and wear them around our necks
like a golden medallion.
We live in technicolor.
We sing to the sunflowers
and they turn to face us.
Our voice
emits spectra
that rings in ears
of the devoted.
We are the renegades.
We are devoted
to diamond-studded cities
where we can walk
along fields of diethylamide
and be unbothered
by the mud on our shoes.
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