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Another Key The intense power of summer Sinks its sweetness into every pore, The heat, the humidity, the storms, The full moon nights pulling you Tight to breast, illuminating the Women in the circle in the clearing In the woods, the lone mystic Meditating on the stones near The sea, the scents, the sounds Of sunshine, indelible tracings of Lovers beneath the trees, the Haunting echo of summers that Used to be, summers still to come, Oh yes summer, the season That reveals another key. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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