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Summer Nights

Wednesday, May 30th, 2007

Summer Nights Leaves murmuring pleas none too softly
caressed to a halt by the gentle breeze.
On the pavement, moonlit shadows play
as nature’s own quiet stillness, cease.

Night flowers, their fragrance boldly share
in the air, a great sense of anticipation.
Earthy smell of mulch and fallen leaves
are all a part, a must, to this celebration.

Summer nights go on it seems forever
to the youth of yesterday holding on.
A never ending cycle, spinning round
again it disappears, in the light of dawn.

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