Sun Showers

 

May whispers to Summer

In the soft of breeze,

With droplets of rain,

A veil of tears for April,

And her final chill.

A chord of warmth,

Composed by the sun

For gentler nights,

And days delights,

To be sung aloud

In voice of colors reborn,

And fragrant pleasures,

As hope finds its meaning,

In the mist of a whisper.

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"As hope finds its meaning, In the mist of a whisper."

Very nice phrasing.  --  Stephen

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Thanks Stephen, always a

Thanks Stephen, always a pleasure.