Don’t change the linen yet
It’s still warm
With charm and laughter
Pat the sofa later
The hollow could still be seen
On the silky cushions
Let the blinds stay folded
The sunbeam remains bright
Casting soothing shadows
The bud is not in full bloom
Hold the florist’s shears
For another day
Let us not be eager
To shut the gate
Not just yet
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