every summer has a story. The sort of summer on my skin I wish I could remember it, the marks the salt would leave on my skin I wish I cloud keep them, the sun on my skin I wish I cloud still feel it.
it comes in waves, that nostalgia feeling that you get when winter comes, those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer, how I wish I cloud stay in them forever, the nature surrounding me, the freedom envolvido me, summer is and will always be a part of me. that is when im truly free without a care in the world.
im a child of the ocean, im a child of the sun, im a child of nature, im a child of summer. for me the story of summer is always the same, I finally find myself after the storms passed, the storm I call winter. it eventually comes back, and I lose myself again, but then summer comes and I can't wait to write about how I found myself once more.
its a cycle I don't mind repeating.
a lot can happen in a year.
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MEMORIES
Poetrythis is me a book of little poems and a few pharagrafs it talks about hard times ups and downs my feelings a way to express myself maybe you can relate if you can your not alone a way to vent a way to find myself when I get lost a collection...
