In The Summer Park
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Peter S. Quinn
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In the summer park
Where days are beautiful,
the glow shine spark,
of colors never dull;
all is in the day
and morning rising new,
leaves and blossoms lay
all enjoyment for you.
Life is like a breeze
touch of moments going,
blossoms and summer trees
in their beauty glowing;
like a dream so new
and moments in the mind,
this comes now through
but is then left behind.
In the summer park
I have this for now,
this till fall in the dark
when autumn closes brow;
and yesterdays are gone
in forgotten memories,
and winter dark goes on
with leafless brow trees.
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