The sun makes bright the grass
Music drifts through the air
All its magic to share
Transporting thought
To a time long since past
When dancing was freeing
And everyone’s seeing
Joy come alive
Freedom of a soul’s voice
To partner with the sky
Encouragement to try
Promise of more
Bright grass all too soon dark
The air carries a chill
Memory lingers still
Music’s magic
©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben
Beautiful 👏🏽
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So beautiful.
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Gorgeous, Annette. Love it 💕🙂
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A lovely poem, Annette. I love summer and am always sad when autumn comes.
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