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Through wooden blinds uneven slats
the sun appears to shine
Beyond the storms of later night,
in just the nick of time

With cooler breeze of air to flow
and wishing wells so deep
Dreams cast in coins to bottoms fall
that you my heart shall keep

For in this winded poet stirs,
a passion constant strong
The feel for words to touch your soul
amidst a summer's song

With distant far off tendencies,
to reach is but a chore
Yet through these words I hope you find,
it’s you I do adore

And I shall take this sunrise glow
with every breath as new
Believing it is sent with love,
to me from only you