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Hills in Summer


Summer Hill

Tell me what we would do
together
meet in the grasses
where purple liatris
swarms with bees
my honey hair blowing in the breeze.

Tell me how we find the courage
lay plans on fallen trees
our vows taken
to always please the other
in valleys and in hills.

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