I dream of summer days,
Of dresses made of flowers
And sandy beaches divine
I dream of care-free abilityI dream of shadows and time.
Florid, fluttering butterflies
And watermelon cold,
I want to stay forever
In summers never old.I dream of waters aquamarine
And trees tall and green
Perhaps these shades of summer
Are too beautiful to dream.I dream of friends laughing
And of bliss.
Take me away to the days
When I will have all of this.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}