Summer Breeze

Life is like a summer breeze
time’s winds whisk it by
tendrils of it’s warm honey fingers
caress the face and thigh
Tickling the senses
whispering hopeful dreams
to childlike minds
The new season comes at dawn
warm breezes turn to cold
cold reality slaps the face
of even the most bold
and empty promises flutter by
on the summer winds of old

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