Saturday, July 1, 2017

Ken Allan Dronsfield multimediates

Warm Embrace

Oh Summer, sweet Summer,
where art thou warm embrace.
On holiday perhaps to exotic lands
leaving us barren without a trace.
As Autumn leaves glide upon a cool breeze;
now Winter's crispy lips courting gentle snows.
I'm now left pouting with romantic regrets
as I so miss my warm Summer's kiss.

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