Every first day of Summer,
What kind of feeling is making you uncomfortable?
Is it lumber?
Or unforgettable.
The feeling that you missed one another,
Is that you don't want to be forgotten what we did each other,
Being happy nor sad,
Even letting our real feelings being hurt or mad.
It's just we know that we will see each other in the future,
So don't lose hopes for our life be cure.
Every first day of summer
We felt lumber
And the other side is sadder
Because we wanted to see each other.
I wish the day when we met,
That will see each other again,
And I hope that you didn't forget
And we'll have fun each other again.
Summer is the day when we spend time
With our friends and family together.
Lets enjoy our time,
With this moment we share always and ever.
♔⇨♚⇦♔
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Nature Of Light
شِعرNature of light, Secret of the night, Hopes are given in might. Hopes are never been found To the dark shadows will be bound, As the sky fell into the ground. Read it if you want But there's nothing less to hunt.
