The Summer Song
Summer morning sheds sweet dew
cloudy window glass
birds are singing in the trees
morning music class
Summer noon scorch marks the skies
reflection on grass
butterflies in their crazy moves
dancing upon flowers
Summer eve she pains the skies
hiding dirty scars
a tired sun at last leaves the scene
ushering shiny stars
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