A timeless avenue of trees
a lane of dappled sunlight; shone,
a butterfly on gentle breeze
floats by in shaft of light; and on
like the summers warmth caress,
soft as butterflys embrace,
like the passing clouds of summer,
delicate as hanging lace,
quiet as the growing grass
the summer sun upon my face.
Summer Sun
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