Hard Cider Night

Whisperings of a perennial sublime
Smooch the love-lantern world.

Pacific, secular souls
With undying dreams
Navigate the winds of time
With occasional sighs for sails.

Tomorrow, it’s rosy smiles and sunshine charioteers
For every puckish maverick with dancing shoes

And a heart.

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