Last words.

my scraps of last words, that I never get around to finishing.
let it be?
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was a blooming day in early july
the leaves were new as were flower buds
one hear the whispers in the wind
what sweet secrets when summer departs

in time that came, some seeds sprinkled

there were rainbows on some days
and skies were clouded with names

were not the love so sweet
that make honeybees blushes with red?