In two days Summer's slated to begin
though I can feel it drawing to a close
as gravity influences my grin
pulling with the weight of worldly woes.
The solstice disappeared so long ago
like rocks serenely skipped across a lake
the first few hops are certainly a show
whose wonders get submerged beneath the ache
a nagging pain that doesn't fully heal
despite the pleasant weather Fall can bring
because we know that Winter's all too real
regardless how eternal hope may spring.
Are You Reading Me?
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