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Summer slept in your voice

By Ryah Tumarkin Goodman / August 31, 1981



Remember how summer slept in your voice When autumn ambered the laurel leaf, Warm mimosa words awoke Sweet beyond belief. Remember how drowsy boughs of air Fluttered a butterfly leaf when you spoke, And summer sleeping in your voice Suddenly awoke.

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