The burning lingering of summer,
With the darkness that surcomes the earth in everlasting flames of the summer.
Brings forth a new, spring - Summer.
The yearning of summer's glaze,
with bliss when we and Summer I meet.
Oh how the black shades of springing summer. The black skin you yeild is compellingly deadly in my gaze. The archaic touch you possess is enough to bring spring in the springing summer's glaze.
As if any of this shit makes anysense?
