You and I
Are just passersby…
June bids adieu!
And here comes July,
With all its trappings,
Bright mornings, sultry evenings…
Birds, butterflies and bees,
Playing on my trees…
Air is filled,
With the fragrance of the flowers
In my garden,
Passion blossomed,
White and purple
Hung from the vine,
Its tender petals,
Swayed in the breeze
Along with it bloomed,
The bright orange pumpkin,
Both the vines intertwined,
In strange unison
Today's glories…
Tomorrow's ruins…
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