Daydreaming
When touch of autumn promises the end
of scorching heat,
long days in green and blue,
the fading echo of cicadas song
with skies so close
you almost touch the fabric
and brush aside clouds
to see the sun
We linger outside hesitating
to go back home
Prolonging the experience
and hoping
This time winter
will forget to come
of scorching heat,
long days in green and blue,
the fading echo of cicadas song
with skies so close
you almost touch the fabric
and brush aside clouds
to see the sun
We linger outside hesitating
to go back home
Prolonging the experience
and hoping
This time winter
will forget to come
..unfortunately nature does not suffer from dementia, although I could live without ice and snow :p (at least on the roads)
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