For an autumnal love
Summer is a difficult time
Even the sunlight forgets
To cascade gently into my veranda
I remember
it used to slope down
Straight onto my nose
Like a tower of blinding light
Like a blinding kiss brightly spun
from the cold cold sun.
Summer is a difficult time
Even the sunlight forgets
To cascade gently into my veranda
I remember
it used to slope down
Straight onto my nose
Like a tower of blinding light
Like a blinding kiss brightly spun
from the cold cold sun.
It reminds me of my childhood and odd afternoons when mom used to leave me alone at home..
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