Summer of 1929

July 19, 2019

The summer of 1929 in the golden days,

I never wished for time to move,

We danced around and undressed the day,

I held your hand while you held mines loose.

I wish I knew that “nothing gold can stay,”

Million dollar smile with dishonest truths ,

I never knew how much time could fade,

The summer of 1929 in the darkest days.

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