Summer Sky

There were Summers

Where it never mattered

And the skies were filled

With nothing but us

So much so that

It was the Stars who envied

When our lights were shining

Brighter than the full moon

We went higher

For nearly a second or two

And were free



  • dusk arising

    Wonderfully composed reflection upon a time when life was a vibrant mysterious wonderland for the writer.

  • MendedFences27

    Greatly expressing the fires of youth. Keeping them burning is the challenge. Those times fill both souls with that "freedom" you describe.A tribute to Love's allure. Nicely done. - Phil A.

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