Sunday, August 14, 2011

Summer Rambles

Sunday, August 14, 2011
A promise, still so pure.
Rise like the tide,
No need to hide.
This is my summer rambles to you.
The air is full of dusts.
Dusts coming from the deserted dry desert.
Will he get through this?
Can they?
This is my summer rambles to you.
The sun is showing his pride these days.
The wind is carrying hot air to me.
The atmosphere is blazing hot.
Will I get through this?
Can we?
This is my summer rambles to you.
The sandstorm is coming soon to get you.
Rolls in from the air precipitation in the desert.
So you get your shelter.
Will you get through this?
Can I?
This is my summer rambles to you.
Daylights seem like an eternity.
Wouldn’t let you go.
Nights are only glances to us.
They’re gone before you know it.
So we wait for another day to pass.
To meet another peaceful night.
Will we get through this?
Can we?
This is my summer rambles to you.
Everything seems like coming to get me.
But I don’t see that in you.
You’re running away from me.
Offending everything I feel about summer.
You’re not a summer.
You deny my summer experience.
This is my summer rambles to you.
The seasons always change.
So summer will come and go.
You’re not my summer.
You don’t have to be my summer.
You can be my tropic.
You’ve already had a hidden spot on my heart.
So you will stay.
This is my summer rambles to you.
Can you and I get through this?
Will we?
Flicker and hover,
Still changing colours,
But nothing can break this calm.

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