Remember last summer when the sun was still high
When the night air smelt of ocean breeze and fireflies did fly
Drinking watered down lemonade, the ice melting too fast
I guess those days of ecstasy were never meant to last
August buried itself in the first golden leaves of fall
And left us behind, a memory, a dream to recall
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Poetry
PoesíaPieces of poetry that hope to create vivid imagery, colourful worlds all your own and most importantly, intricate emotions waiting to be deciphered that can help you in your own endeavours as a creator.
