Laying on the well cut grass,
I let the dew play along,
I watch it for long and get bored,
Just like the other things I got bored of,
I wanted the mountains and then got bored of climbing,
I wanted the sea then got bored of swimming,
I wanted the clouds and then got bored of soaring,
I wanted you and then I got bored of trying.
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Summer: Let The Words Strip Away
PoesiaAs 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.
