Walking to you…

Cyranny's cove

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Walking in the morning

dew, waiting patiently

always, a freshly picked

daisy pined in my pulled

up hair… Your sun rising on

my timid dawn, gracing me

with your warming light.

And piercing the silence,

with a sudden burst of

laughter. “Summer, my dear…

My silly dear, Summer is over!”

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