Midsummer

She wanders in the meadow  

seven flowers in her hands.

On the way home,

a bonfire burns. 

She stops along the river 

naked, wets her hand. 

The gifts from the meadow, 

she places under her pillow.  

In the dream she sees,

her husband to be. 

Until the morning rises,

and so shall she. 

-EVELIINAJO

 

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