Carey Lenehan


Green Summer

Summer flies by and the soft voices cry
for a mist of cool and a clear blue sky
White clouds drift and within their mist
is a safe, still place like a solitary kiss

With the new day's birth on this age old earth,
all the lost loves wail and the sad ones curse
Will they cry no more, will they lie still for,
just a blue sky dawn or a sun drenched floor?

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