A bouquet of clumsy words go,   
as summer offers thoughts that grow
pensive-sweet, here in august
note as willow sings chorus,
it’s strange how little we live,
like flour that strains through a sieve
a bouquet of clumsy words go,
as summer offers thoughts that grow

 

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Willow tree over the lake by Michelle Gordon, Unsplash. 

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