The sun gives a corny smile,
She hides from it's scorching rays,
Confused the sun frowned,
'Didn't she miss me when the winter was around?'
And that was her, tangled in her own made confusion.
YOU ARE READING
Summer: Let The Words Strip Away
PoetryAs the vicissitudes of seasons completes a circle. It's time to write the last book of this series. It's time to put a full stop. It's time to say the final goodbye.
Tangled
The sun gives a corny smile,
She hides from it's scorching rays,
Confused the sun frowned,
'Didn't she miss me when the winter was around?'
And that was her, tangled in her own made confusion.
