July Swing

My naive heartbeats echo an old song, Last summer was a blissful page of glee, The July swing has waited for so long, I smile, for a joyous trip waits for me. Last summer was a blissful page of glee, I flew with the wind, the velvet caress, I smile, for a joyous trip waits for me, Oh! Wisps of violet adorned my dress. I flew with the wind, the velvet caress, Breezy aroma on my pink cheek, kissed, Oh! Wisps of violet adorned my dress, Flowers dancing to melody of mist. Breezy aroma on my pink cheek, kissed, The July swing has waited for so long, Flowers dancing to melody of mist, My naive heartbeats echo an old song. June 16, 2020 feelings of nostalgia Poetry Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper Image #1 10 syllables per line checked on howmanysyllables.com/ Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com ~Winner: 1st Place