Summer, you liar
you make me believe you'd stay in my garden
and in my soul forever
and this lush fabric of life'd grow and bloom
into infinity
that my bones'd be heated by the ever raising Father
our Sun above
and summer, you fake lover, you make me forget
just about everything
but you
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Nice. Summer, a fake lover. I like it.
Maybe fake. But enjoy it as long as it lasts!
Bravo! Fabulous!~
Wow, every and each of you - thank you. And yes, that's the best one can do: enjoy while it lasts.
AWesome! You have the soul of a poet.
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