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The Last Summer Of Love
he spoke of sweet nothings
like the weather and such
and that kiss that they stole
on the night they first met
she watched on in silence
as he craved for her touch
and then left her a red rose
as the sun slowly set.
what was once that red rose
with its petals of tears
has now withered and died
beneath summer’s hot sky
it was laid at her grave
by that man of some years
who’s remembered because
he no longer comes by.
Copyright ©
Gary Radice
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