Summer spells are sweet but fleeting ---------------------------------------------
I was dazzled - in a summer spell - did we both name it as special? Was it the summer freedom - the sparkling lake that summoned magic? The constant sun sent a subliminal message with its rise and fall. It won’t last, it said, there's an expiration date approaching fast. The short-lived summer proved a brief, insubstantial memory making.
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