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Green ~ Rondeletto
GREEN ~ RONDELETTO
Summer plays green
to a distant trill of songbirds.
Summer plays green
from which the spring has shed its sheen,
too green to describe with mere words,
not I, but maybe nature’s birds.
Summer plays green,
grass melody wind strummed,
finely tuned and pitch hummed.
© April 4, 2008 Karen Davies
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Nightlife calls me.
Through her I am free.
It's the only way to be,
all caught up in a mystery!
Born with full moon fever,
I can make you a believer!
For I am the moonchild,
truly born to be wild!
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