Sunlight's filterin', curtains are aglow

I've set dried flowers by my old radio

Over dusty hardbacks, vintage books

So homily fragrant as someone cooks

A tasty breakfast early in the mornin'

Who could have done this adorning?

It's like redolence of a scented candle

Oh so softly sweet, not all can handle!

'N' while relishin' this summery scent

I really forget how harshly you meant

All the words when you said goodbye

Were those true or was it all some lie?

I can't tell the difference, it is a dream

I am so stuck in it, all I can do is beam

I think it was all a part of cold winter!

That tortured my heart's each splinter

But...can you hear a rustling murmer?Well, that's air bringin' a cure, here's..

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Summer