the summer colors
heady golden scented air
smell of mint I could almost taste
trees that never lived in my foreign land
the lily pads that always beckoned to me
others that look suspended in midair
the wondrous rushing waterfall
sensuous mess of wildflowers
sunflowers at their yellow cadenza
we met before you ran away
to scurry ahead of the cold
though I came from a land of perpetual summer
never was there one like this


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