Summer of Love
The sweet smell of rain and rustic,
Fills my nose, my head and my brain.
Spring rains enjoy my dress
tingling hands and feet with a touch of grass.
The beauty of this day is lost to me,
Since the deaf can not hear the melody.
For all the wonders of nature seem so dark,
When I'm standing there next to him.
- Valerie Dawn Keller -
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