Thursday, January 22, 2015

A musing

So comes that summer
the summer of sunshine
when blooms colorful flowers
with fawning  butterflies

And the blue sky up above
with almost no clouds to hide
there is this, a simple love
And a fleeting peaceful life

I rest, on a meadow green
taking in all, those sights anew
as the first touch tender I feel
A time of sweet summer I knew

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