Summer’s Refuge

Summer’s pulp tapped, a long slow drip, patience of the moment

Reaching out, stretching, searching for light’s wrinkle, just a touch

Hear the warm breeze singing, nature’s choir, afloat through deep valleys, revealing

Shades of darkness cease, left behind, forgotten just for today

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