the summer is any
but becoming almost
as lively the children
and turn into grow
to the he and she
in early days
of wait for and until
in the every here
at the very where
the trees send a sing
but
if by petal
when by flower
candy flames the green
the children—no longer
more often than quite—
regret the didn't and same
then beaches behind
with waves of why
wilt sandcastles into un
a down the day blush
of sticky sunset
to stillness mirrorthin
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