Breaking the ties between motivation and reason,
To enter a world of splendor and love.
Spirits and perceptions are dominant.
Yet, summertime often brings agony.
It is a time of rivalry and revolution.
The summer heart often finds oneself,
A stranger. The price of callousness.
Time shifts slowly with toil and sweat.
Youthful memories balance bliss and contentment.
Feel swimming and sailing. Music.
See, hear, touch the magnificence around.
The heart in summer knows well,
The river is deep and the passage broad.
Unlock the poetry and be. Laugh.
Summer is long and not to be forgotten.
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