[MIYERKULITE] IndiGhost

Summer is at its pinnacle

Beds of flowers they dazzle

Amongst these abloom meadows,

The sun beams to one, and it glows

Enthralled by you, I forged.

As bare as unclothed

Nothing I was withal;

So eager to bestow all

The one was queer, it said

Nothing like a rose, it said

Hush my dear sun;

You shine above all else