Summer Poem
summer pulls
the curling
lengthÂ
of her hair
leaves whisper
with a blossomed
voice
tonight the moon
has a fingernail's
edge
summer pulls
the curling
lengthÂ
of her hair
leaves whisper
with a blossomed
voice
tonight the moon
has a fingernail's
edge
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