Let the summer flow
through marigold meadows
And let the flowers glow
Let their petals
Illuminate like
starry windows
Like honeyed halos
Over marigold meadows
Where the lovers go
Where they tread ever so slow
Through the parquetry nettles
Of dandelion gold
They lay their heads on the beds
of the heather that highlights
the show and the marigolds
grow; and there they tender
their loves regrowth as the
zephyr blows; and there they
sparkle as they sow their hearts to
the ether of their shimmering afterglow
In marigold meadows
Where the maggots fester
far below
This poem came to be useful to me
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