I miss
The simplicity
Of the summer
Sun
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PoesíaWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
Summer Sun
I miss
The simplicity
Of the summer
Sun
