Once again, like the summer season
you have slipped away,
Why could you not stay longer,
to warm my cheeks until they rosied under the sun?
Stay until I grow tired of you,
your heat and your beaming glare
And only then,
with satisfation will I call upon the fall.
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Whisper Willow
Poetry"She sat below the willow tree and would whisper all her secrets." A collection of poems all intertwined with the theme of whispered secrets.
