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Summer
Lying in the grass,
waiting for nothing,
smouldering beneath the clearest blue,
lying next to you.
Not a word spoken,
a smile shatters the silence,
a joy so strong within,
an ecstatic violence.
The universe surrounds us,
in that moment it lives only for we two,
in solitude we exist,
an endless moment to view.
Endless summers together,
never ending happiness,
a lifetime forever,
an almost perfect distress.
time takes it’s toll,
our bond grows weaker,
as summer becomes autumn,
we drift apart, strangers in winter.
