Summer days drive on
Day by day passes
How so are you missed...
The words of a poet
Scribbled down
Have no resting place...
They float from pen
Up currents away
Drifting with the clouds...
Beauty seen
Is now gone
Love given
Is now missing...
Eloquence is hollow
When words of joy
Turn to sorrow
And eyes of sadness
Turn to a brighter tomorrow.
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