I dance with the moon,
again under noon's gaze.
My smile wanes today,
perhaps swayed by summer's sway.
A summer's melancholy,
rippling through my soul.
Dancing with the moon,
I know tears will come each night.
I stay awake,
to fend off their gentle fall.
Thus, I dance with the moon,
evading summer's grip.
Yearning to fade away,
to whisk my life away.
Each summer, depression
takes hold of me.
But this year,
I'll dance it away,
with the moon's gentle sway.
It's summer's depression,
yet hope blooms anew.
July.R
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