Summer’s Becoming

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Back 

and forth

the bullfrogs call.

Hidden 

aside their love songs 

to dusk.

They rise.

Reaching,

like the smell 

of wild roses,

From the edges 

to the 

middle,

in all who listen,

In any who,

with hope in their hearts,

still sing.

You are 

the summer becoming.

Be honest 

and open

And you will be met

by all the beauty

in the world.

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