My heart for freedom longs

"To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie--
True Poems flee."
--Emily Dickinson

My heart for freedom longs
Beneath the heat of sun;
A summer breeze and humored songs
Could only bring more fun.

And as I gazed up to the sky
To cast my thoughts away;
In there a cloud was passing by
But everything to me.

An evening filled with scents of love
Exceeding all around;
And as one's passing short of tale--
A morning rose has more to tell.


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