by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Summer
Language: English 
Each golden bit of dust gathered on the roadside
and glimmering on wildflowers
is love, a song of love,
with diamonds hidden within in tiny specks,
loved and loving and filled with love;
and when the fine rain begins
and the healing smell of water on dry land rises like a plume,
that plume, that wonderful, ageless smell, is love
Everything is love, and loves, and is beloved.

Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

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This text was added to the website: 2026-02-15
Line count: 9
Word count: 68