Summer Time


As the winter whispers
Goodbye to the shading greys
Comes into mind,
The remembrance of spring,
As the sunlight flutters
Its way across the blue sky
As the meadows races
Into the dusk with smile
It is where you will find
The oldest playful tunes
Of summer and its times
– The ode to the mornings of joy!

Kashkin

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