Summer blues

Poet's Dream

I keep holding on to you

Warm sun and skies of blue

Now i have goosebumps, lips flaky glue

Rain sheets and blankets of snow

Oh sweet summer, where did you go?

These summer blues

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    It seems that we are never content. Either too cold and we long for summer or too hot and we long for winter. A wonderful poem



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