☽ Windy Summer

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A story ~ Windy Summer

My fingers aren’t ready to slip, not yet.

Please,

Let me at least say my goodbyes; I would regret letting life change me before I can do this.

There are many versions of me, but only one that I want to be; the one where I am with you.

I miss the warmth, the sunshine, and even getting sun strokes with you.

I miss the green grass, teemed with weeds, and the splinters on my feet from you.

I miss the pearly blue water, and hazy evenings holding you.

I even miss the first night when Anri sang for you.

Crackling at the cusp with life,

You who never knew my name, and I, who always knew yours.

At the start of the end, I thought the trees were just playing with me.

Only now have I realized that red and yellow dyes are the costume of a dying star.

Farther and farther, you slip from my reach.

Farther and farther, away from me.

The summer rain is heavy, my umbrella barely shielding me.

Farther and farther, you slip from my reach.

Farther and farther, away from me.

The icy eyes of blistering icicles can slice my heart in two for all that I care, because I will love you till my very last breath.

I will never place my heart back where it came from if it means that I can remember the very last seconds I spent with you.

My windy, summer blues.


(-ᴥ-)(-ᴥ-)


While listening to this song:

You could look at.....summer.

You could be with.....the last days of summer.

You could do something.....that helps you relish in the last days of summer.

You could eat or drink.....a pomegranate. Love tastes just like one; sweet, then bitter.

You could remember that..... "To live in hearts we leave behind, is not to die." --Thomas Campbell






Artist: Anri

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