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My Summer SunThe moon in the trees seemed to fall down And snowflakes danced upon the ground Morning simply left moonlight behind And the chill in the air was so unkind Winter wanted to show its face Creeping into the lanes and across by-ways Shaking the flowers as if to say... You bloom no more this very day Life like winter can be so cold Chilling us deeper as we grow old So what do I do to keep winter undone? I hold onto my love, my summer sun For he chases the shadows back into the light And he warms my soul on the coldest of night He caresses each flower urging it into bloom To share of their beauty and their sweet perfume Time to time he does leave me but without a choice So the night and its stars can sing out with their voice But in the morn he dances again on my eyes... My summer sun, to bring cruel winters demise ~THE FLOWING PEN~ 2-17-04 Vote for this poem
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