Poem Written in Youth
A new poem
Summer finds its deepest green not long after June, in late afternoon. At night, as a car passes, grasses wave dreaming in its wind.
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Summer finds its deepest green not long after June, in late afternoon. At night, as a car passes, grasses wave dreaming in its wind.
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