raindrops lifted up
green grass dry up
time moves to the past
and summer splashes
the warm wind blow my face
the sensation
feels like a time machine
childhood trauma to love scenes
the lingering thought wheel
dive into the imaginary one and the real
brings back memories and the forgotten ones
realize every step that carries dreams and ambitions all this time
the breeze creeps into heart
curving comfort and unfulfillment feelings
amorphous questions feel like wings
flying me around like a kite with cut off string
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It's summer, guys!
