Summer's Almost Over: (August,2019)
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I'll pluck these roses before they wither and die.
For summer's dream garden will soon no longer be.
I will recline, lulled by the warm breeze, and I'll try
To absorb the sun's golden secrets. I'll just be.
I'll pluck these roses before they wither and die,
Because I want to recall their perfumed essence
Before autumn's discordant winds begin to arrive.
O I shall rejoice in nature's brief blessedness!
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