Midsummer Madness

The winds whisper

As they wind through the Cyprus,
It’s leaves glistening, 
As they deflect the light,.
Illuminating the dark deep madeira..
Shadows cast to the west as the sun
Reaches its height
The time is now 
For all mad dogs and English men
To enter the arena.
They all make a show
The Portuguese watch in the shade
Whilst the Spanish sleep  

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