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About This Poem
TIME FOR RESPITE
TIME FOR RESPITE
Searching through summer; the time for respite;
hot from mid-morning turns warm through the night,
lazy you're feeling, but love doesn't care
if you're reflecting on what has been there.
Memories fade to the heat of the day,
there comes someone who is wanting to say
"How much I love you," and summer must wait
love does not care if it's if early or late.
These are the good times, the reason we dream.
These are the bad times, the reason we scream.
Searching through summer, the time for respite,
Love comes along and then summer feels right.
© ron wilson
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