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Summer Nights
Warm and gentle those summer nights,

birthed by spring in joys' delight.

Soon, mesmerized by autumns' leaves,

was left prey to winters’ freeze.

A tall, proud oak, its' limbs wide spread,

now, stands bare, each leaf lay dead.

Yet, reaching high toward the sky

waits for spring, bye and bye.

Prays this tree, just one chance more,

for summer nights, like before.

With branches bare accepts all blame,

from the storm its' rainbow came.

By Billyrob

© 2012 Billyrob (All rights reserved)


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