I love Cicada's calls in days of summer, but no now no more, the winter's on the road yet I shall joy the sound color and smell of rotting leaves. Thank you for this lovely poem through it I can listen again to the sound of summer to warm my heart.
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I love Cicada's calls in days of summer, but no now no more, the winter's on the road yet I shall joy the sound color and smell of rotting leaves. Thank you for this lovely poem through it I can listen again to the sound of summer to warm my heart.