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child of summer

How swift my childhood days of green

all the gorgeous scattered seeds

free among the chiming winds

in the shining gold of summer meadows

only a distant diamond song, of painted hills rolling on

where I may but, only dream again

When petals of sun shined above

I bloomed long and wild as flowers afield

days, I flew like birds singing high above the willows

far into the shine of golden yellow

Splendorous hours I lingered lazy

beneath a sprawling meadow maple

adrift in bliss of summer’s dream

in a world, where children

soar and sing

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