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Oh that you should come like a summer rain
It falls cool and gentle upon my face
Until the clouds again for sun make way
And the sky returns to larkspur and lace
There between my fingers the grass blades weave
By soft wings of butterflies the breeze came
There where the forget-me-nots bloom and plead
‘Don’t forget me’ - to you I say the same
By the cheerful voice of songbirds I hear
Melodies sweetened by love and sunshine
They remind me of nights when you were near
And mornings when you promised to be mine
Through fall, winter, and spring I dream of you,
And the burning bliss of the summer we knew
About the Creator
Lucia B.
Poet
Novelist
Linguist & Aspiring Polyglot
Bibliophile

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