These days are when birds come back,
The sun shining down on grassy plains
The old, old sophistries of June,
A blue and gold mistake
For you mean life to me,
happiness and health
She was a curious girl, a wanderer
Who spent her summers chasing,
pieces of prose and eating strawberries
"Some things simply aren't meant to last,"
"But you," a whisper, "are an endless summer"
Oct 22 ~ 10:18 am
YOU ARE READING
After Dusk
PoezjaSometimes I like to write poems to express my feelings or other things. I don't believe that my poems are good but I don't mind sharing them with you guys. I hope you enjoy your stay ☺
