In this summer.


As I recall the summer of those days

I can’t help but wander in the memory lane

Of the sweaty days and breezy nights

I don’t remember if I ever whispered a fond adieu

Now is the time, to make the wrongs right

For in this summer I realize

The breezy nights are still alive

Probably waiting for me, blithe and cold

And here I am conditioning my air

There are no stars above my head

To sing along the beats of the universe

And dulcify my mood

Which is rather cold

Lost is nothing but me in this summer.

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