Summer
Sun is losing height, no longer will burn
Umbrellas furled, hats now worn.
Moon will be rising to greet the night,
Making our way home we look a sight
Eyes red, caused by the salt, hair wet from the sea
Remembering though a perfect day, just you and me.
Penned 01/10/2014
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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