A late summers night

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Its times like this where
I miss you most.
When the sun
Sets a few more hours later then usual.
Where the evening breeze
Overhangs the beaming sun.
With the stars shining bright
In the melting sky.
The sun would slightly reflect
Upon your eyes.
Your smile
Would light my soul alight.

Yet once more
Distance holds the ultimate hand.
I'll see you soon
I hope.
But those final weeks of August
Sounds like a paradise I've yet experienced.

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