Honeysuckle Valley
The sweet smells of summer are here.
Luxurious in the room of your mind,
The honeysuckles grow because of the
Way that Nature has power to just find
And allow us all to simply just see.
You spell a scent of the sweetest suckle.
Your words are the honey that quickly Drops.
Your brain fastens thoughts just like a Buckle.
In moments of summer, the nonsense stops.
Summer wind carries the dreams of these things.
The honeysuckles bring beauty across.
They are part of the season that just sings.
Only wins occur with them, not a loss.
Your body contains the greatest treasure.
In the valley, your mind gives me pleasure.
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