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A blemish in perfection

Doesn’t always need correction

The cracks along pave the way

For an adventure in a new day

The ones that imprint your soul

Smiles, laughter making your heart full

The summer sun

Those days of fun

We all yearn for together

Waiting for the perfect weather

Smelling the flowers

Their fragrant powers

Stepping on thistle

Screaming like a whistle

Those summer days gone by

Like the changing clouds in the sky

We will return there soon enough

To heal the months that were rough

The zest of Citranovas flair

Fills your room with hope and care

* Currently available and on display at O'Connor Gallery in Gananoque, Ontario.

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