Lemonade is the flavor
of bright golden sun
and the cotton white clouds in the sky
when friends would come stay for
a sit in the grass
to watch pairs of strangers glide by
a squeeze of the heart
a pinch of sweet thoughts
and the sunset that made a man cry
a cool draught in store
for the dry season's heat
the sour-sweet song of a sigh
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Author:
Zemde (
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Comments1
Sweet words 🙂 love the poem !
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