Walking in the morning
dew, waiting patiently
always, a freshly picked
daisy pined in my pulled
up hair… Your sun rising on
my timid dawn, gracing me
with your warming light.
And piercing the silence,
with a sudden burst of
laughter. “Summer, my dear…
My silly dear, Summer is over!”
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Darn!
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Better luck in fall! 😉
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