Summer harvest moment
After the rain is the moist air linger in the old port city it's still warm, the dreams are wet but sadly the lover closes his eyes love is lost, the earth seems flat nowhere does he find platonic sentences he must now love the dark in silence no summer flair, or urban entertainment people don't see him, rather poke fun that individual far beyond the horizon who could still hear him in dreams ran off with a vulgar slut now he's crying lonely in his summer bed maybe the writing will comfort him a bit for his dearest love has discharged him.

© Hector Havermout



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