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By chris w. Submitted by chris w. Date: 2001 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.08.13.40.3930]] |
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Summer's sun misplaced in winter's sky shines over land too cool and dry to carry that which deigns to bloom in softer times that know not gloom. And winter's flakes float and fly each is a wish, a wish that I... I would you were amidst green grass, tall and strong in summer's grasp. And swaying with my gentle wind, awash in warmth without, within. My rays, my hands carress your hair; I'd shine an unremitting stare. For at that time, and in that place We'd be together by Fate's good grace. |