Fruity Wine
The sunny days that warm the Earth
inspiring nature’s glow
with salad days and joyful mirth
and love begins to grow.
The humming of the honey bees
echoes the fruity wine
of jasmine scent upon the breeze
as you said you are mine,
But however the summer ends
the memories remain
as lovers part as closest friends
and autumn falls again.
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