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Summer Returns by Lelia Thomas

I hear pianos,
The cadence of keys,
Beside a lake,
Amid aging, tall trees.

I see your face,
And hear unspoken words
About what they did,
A secret carried by birds.

Yet your laughter echoes–
A joy to my heart,
Bottled in summer’s bliss,
Before the tears, when we depart.

But I am returning
To heal old pains,
In memory of summer
And gentle rains.

We’ll break iron chains,
Set you free
To soar through clouds
And laugh with me.

Make blind eyes see:
How beautiful you were,
Are and will be
In this feverish heat.