The Color of Summer

The color of summer,


Rich with a palate both soft and vivid. 

A languidness fills my bones,

Time seems suspended

As gentle breezes caress my check. 

Memories of summers long past,

Of carefree youth,

Of days when summer had no end. 

I remember,

I smile,

And let the warm wind caress me yet again. 

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