When Summer Is Gone
I will be remembering
our wishful walks
on the silken strand
waiting for the delicate
dewdrops of dawn
on our chestnut cheeks.
I will be feeling
your tender kisses
in my windswept hair
as we sail across the sea
nowhere to go
just letting the flow.
And when the afternoon delight
turn to tangerine twilight,
I will be seeing
your sacred silhouette
on the luminescent light
in the afterglow of dusk
when summer is gone.
31 August 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE any form any theme
Contest Judged: 9/1/2020 10:30:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
1st place
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2020
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