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I hear the soft steps
Of opening leaves.
A little bolder...
Your caring touch lets
The flowers to see -
To see, to feel, to exist...
Your touch can noone resist,
As ice turns into crystal mist.
Oh summer, summer -
With each of your breaths
You play a symphony.
Yet never, never
A human will set
His eyes on your majesty -
Too strong, too elusive, too true,
No eyes will admire you.
It is something only the heart can do.
