Young swallows learn to be free
Left summer skin I shed off me
Summer is over, and so are we.
Daylight hours seem don't agree
Wind whispers the cold decree
Warmer feelings I used to be
Summer is over, and so are we.
Lost is nature's outside spree
Fading is chant of the laboring bee
In my room a sea of ceiling I see
Summer is over, and so are we.
hi, mike...what brings the feeling?..cheer up, my dear...summer may be over but the cycle continues...so will you...
ReplyDeletei enjoy reading your blogs..thanks for sharing your thoughts..
Hello, my anonymous friend. The gloomy day perhaps. And the persons and things this summer. Thanks for dropping by.
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