Summer Poem
And here comes summer,with a blink of an eyehazy green lights over the cloudsWith blue moon, yellow skies all at your fingertips The air smells pungent like open mustard fieldsfrom my home countryAnd it will be hot and shiny And my heart will blossom againAnd you will flutter under the warmthAnd when our eyes intertwineThere won’t be much to saythe light will tango with occasional cloudsThere…
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