Clutching your biccardi breezer,
Glisten ghostly across glimmering pool tops in cool, low shade,
Sleepy, summer eyes survey,
Humid, hot vapour cascading across tiled rooftops,
Casual terracotta tides,
That fall as layers upon the mountainside,
Sizzling, extinguished,
Dazed evening sounds fade to silence,
As darkness sweeps the ravine,
And navy night settles in a strange, nostalgic way.
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