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Chilling warmth radiates from the sun, Summer happily creeps to this winter day.
Grace of birds songs fly through the air gently. Trees dance in the zephyr of your curious day. Walking above the dark cold water, eyes are shut.
Twisting roots of natures trees greet, her feet providing a steady foothold.
Eyes of fire, hair radiates light, touch of zephyrs. Anticipation will prepare this man for her warm arrival. She is not here yet, the Summer will come.
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A Warm sun rises, It's rays gently fall. The ever radiant light Brings warmth to my soul.
Two pools of ivory, Two islands of sapphire Placed in perfect asymmetry Among the calm hills.
Pillars carved from stone Support the beautiful tower From which grace flows Like a still dance.
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I wake up to this. Cold winter mourning. And I step outside With my guitar.
The chill does bite At my hands and feet But ignoring this I still play.
To the melody of A life once lost The nickel-wooden voice Through morning carries on. |
