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The air is thick with the scent of summer rain
I sigh and recline beneath the canopy of clouds
Observe city bathe in light of hopes and dreams

Listen close as morning plays mellifluous tune
We loiter down lone alleys of muse and delight
Breathe in honeysuckles both yellow and white

Without music our life would be a mistake.

 

 

Form: Sevenling

Posted for Celebrations @ dVerse Pub

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