She blows in
                                                                   On the breeze
                                                                Ruffling her skirts
                                                                   Being a tease.
                                                                  A sudden chill
                                                                     Hits the air
                                                                Knows just where
                                                                   This stranger
                                                                  Has come from.
                                                             But summer’s warmth
                                                                      Is history
                                                              As she stays awhile
                                                            To dance with the trees
                                                            In a summer romance
                                                                Turned mystery.

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