the gloaming o'er the bay,
turning on the tide exhales,
and slowly dries on salted skins,
of a summer day in Wales.
and
where such enchantments lay,
the evening slowly pales,
and the coolness of dusk begins,
on this summer day in Wales.
a
dream of heat, let's say,
mutes the alpha males,
tunes them to the child within,
on a summer day in Wales.
day
long in castled spades at play
has subdued the emotional
gales,
and sleep seeps deep there,
in their summer day in Wales.
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