The day is young
and sweet, the song
as yet unsung
gather all your truths
and dreams you've spread
out in the sun
Lie on the cooling grass
and name the blue above
Allow the fresh-born froglets
to tell you mysteries
of love pure as a silver bell
their chorus
swells in every key
Remember each
bright secret and please
write them down
for me.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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