POEMS FROM MY YOUTH.5: Summer Love Lost. Drawing in the sand a finger forms letters forming words, form meaning. Words in speech are stolen by the wind and are useless. look in my eyes my face your face I look in your eyes. The brown sea sea cold as I walk you recede as I run with out moving; slowly we evaporate unable to touch. The few remaining neon lights reflect in the foamy spray that washes the promenade. look in my eyes my face your face I look in your eyes. Your smiling in the mist, my thoughts are covered in frost, and the season is over.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 12:15:00 +0000
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