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“For lovers of poetry

And seekers of good

There are flowers in spring

There are trees of the wood

There are stars in the ether

And rivers that flow

In the sweetness of nature

The heart finds its home.”


Laura Jaworski 🍂




“The wind said,

Dear Summer, where do you go?

When the leaves turn red

And the world turns cold

And Summer replied

With a rustling yawn

I’m here, dear friend

Simply resting, not gone.” Laura Jaworski


“September with its easy smile

Said Summer, won’t you stay awhile?

The misty morns will soon along

And earth will sing her Autumn song

And how enchanting it will be

But just for now

Come sit with me.”


Laura Jaworski

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