The day is new and not yet lost to summer heat.
Flowers blush and preen in morning breezes.
Let me whisper fears before the day consumes you
My fickle friend, another shadows your affections
Distracted lover another twirls for your attention
I'm losing confidence, and I think I'm losing you.
In the remaining shadows, leaves still brandish dew
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I like this pome of yours very much and it has fascinated mein a special way The morning feeling is well expressed by this pome of yours Good luck for your next poem