Summer Gifts -- a Childhood Poem
Fragrant essence of roses,
radiant beads of dew:
summer's valued treasures
that belong to me and you.
Liquid oceans of moonlight,
cooling currents of wind:
these are gifts of summer
which may not come again.
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