Wrote this after my mother commented on the weather, saying, "It almost gives an illusion that summer's here, long evenings and all." I was "struck by a passion" then, the lyrics to a poem almost sprang into my head at that moment and I had to write it down. It's not fantastic. But it's something.
Summer
Summer is gentle,
romantic,
sensual,
long
pleasant evenings
the gentle
glow of candlelit dinners,
unrushed
strolls around the neighborhood,
hand in hand
with your other.
Summer is
exciting,
surprising, fleeting,
water
balloon fights,
the rush of
amusements,
sleepovers
and bonding time,
smiling with
your buddies.
Summer is relaxing,
paced,
drawn-out,
streams of
sunlight and lazy mornings,
quiet time
all by yourself,
time to
collect your thoughts.
Summer is exhilarating,
passionate,
overwhelming,
feeling the
wind on your face,
walks along
the beach,
feeling the
sea spray sprinkle your face.
Summer is
everything.
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