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Apr 2021
Subtle heat against skin
Grass brushes bare legs
Trees rustle in gentle breeze

Turn page after page
of that thrilling novel,
sipping cool liquid

Bees buzzing
weave through bright flowers,
fluffy clouds float above

These are what come to mind
when I recall those days of
Summers past
Written by
Poppy  24/F/England
(24/F/England)   
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   Ayesha
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