Ode ad Solis
Zephyrus came out this morning; regally,
Burning, scotching and kissing intensely;
With you my spirit soars’ up merri’ly;
You caress my skin, reminding’ly;
Loosen’ing the grip of languid melancholy.
Drinking in and basking in your warm embrace
Whilst tramping d sandy shores with Chelita,
Frolicking like little children.
Just d three of us, forgetting the world;Lost in our own magical paradise