Summer Haikus
A sweet summer breeze
Taste of spices on the tongue
Citrus on the vine
Bursting with flavor
Orbs of sunshine to be picked
The gift of the Earth
Night-light, bright-light moon
Cupped in the palm of the hand
The gift of the stars
To children of men
The sky withholds its secrets
But not its blessings
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