July cherries,
crimson Red,
summer's chandeliers.
Lake winds blowing,
just a breeze,
kissing my eyes and skin.
Sparrow swoops,
O cherubim,
winged beauty
amongst blue sky,
Cicadas singing
In sycamores,
sand and grass
on the kitchen floors
From youngsters
joyous promenade,
tanned skin,
bare toes,
ah yes,
Summer.





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