Solstice Blues

On this, the longest
Day of the year,
Sprawled
On my deckchair,
At great length
And all along,
Forlorn,
And for so long,
I've been longing
For this piece of
Envisioned,
Well-deserved
Happiness
To come
And that in time will,
At long last,
Come true —
And to last
In my reality.

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