Sometimes
the sun shines
By Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction. Published about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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Infantile delight
the joy of being nubile
Spring born colts at play.
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As Summer sun shines
the leaves of the tree vibrate.
Our love blooms again.
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Autumn dusk and chill
with the smell of distant smoke
make me remember.
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Graceful snow falling
your perfume hangs in the air.
Winter moons with you.
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About the Creator
Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction.
Raised in Ancaster, Ont. I write about what I know and survived. Apart from tales of my youth, I am writing a horror story for the Fiction-Horror section of the library. Met an old homeless guy He told me, "Everyone has their own story."
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