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[Haplo]

Here at Last
by Horatio Gargonath


A shift in the winds,

Brought an ever needed breeze.

The honeysuckle vines send the smells of summer,

To tickle my nose.

As I lay beneath the trees,

I hear birds calling to me.

As I drift into a daze,

I am reminded of lazy ways.

The sounds of summer,

Here at last.