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Summer and You

by Ruby Archer

Summer is dead—and yet, my own,
It lives in you.
You are my flowers, and sunny hours,
And skies all blue.

Rose-laden breeze among the trees,
Your whispered words.
You are my brooks, and forest nooks,
And singing birds.