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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