The Clear Sky
I always recall my summer's dreams.
They are all memories like poems.
With the rainbow's appearing,
It brings me the purest feeling.
The freshness of trees touches my face,
And gives me a warm embrace.
The sound of falling leaves beckons me,
Setting my thoughts totally free.
Over the rainbow,
In the clear sky,
The winds blow,
Fair and fine.
poem by Eleven Lin
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