Summertime escaped the warmth,
On flowers where the sun gave birth.
The river like a warming spring,
Swept the tides like a sweeping broom to sing,
And slowly as the snow to melt,
My healed heart it felt,
The love of life, the dark of night,
The virgins laced in black and white.
Where a hundred doors were opened once,
If not to their beauty there in hence.
Bring me the daffodils like kisses,
In the morn,
Roses red surmises like lightning in a storm.
And it’s fragrance washed the sweat,
Off of time that began to wear.
A mask of shadows of all the babies here newborn.
Took their steps, from the first, that grew to many more.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Nothing like a baby or child to brighten the day and lift spirits. There is something so sincere in their responses. A lovely write
Thank you for the compliment. I noticed you didn't comment on my most recent hell rant. I don't blame you. Lol. It gets pretty monotonous. Btw, can I ask you if you have any published work? If you do i would like to purchase it.
A baby or young child easily lifts your spirits and day, because all their responses are genuine, honest or funny, lovely write
Thanks for the fav.
You are very welcome
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