Old Summer Days

December 31, 2013

Soft caress, warm sunshine, green grass.

Clothes or not, sand everywhere, comfort food every day.

Started so quickly and ended too soon for nothing, for nothing,

For life goes on, the rain falls, and the trees don’t want their leaves anymore.

They want to be light too.

Just like me and you.

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