When Summer Is Gone
When summer is gone
I’ll cling to her last sunbeam
bask in the warmth of her eyes
and smell deeply the roses of her bloom.
When summer is gone
I’ll hear the music she had played
with endless passion in her voice
her slender fingers found notes
that pierced my soul.
When summer is gone
I’ll see her run through the waves
laughing at the crazy seagulls
hopping over beach towels
wet and tossed like scattered memories.
When summer is gone
I’ll cry for her with a heavy heart
realizing she is really gone
and I’ll ache inside with a deep longing
to cling to her again once more
when summer is gone.
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2024
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