Summer

The sky is blue
clear of clouds.
I think of the shattered hopes
on the ground,
like broken glass;
it's a million pieces, if you have to ask.

The grass is greener than the other times.
I assume it seems full of life,
only on the outside.

The waves are striking the shores of the sea,
like they are trying to yell at me,
for leaving them behind.

The sun is shining like summer days,
but the wind is blowing.
The sound recalls memories to me
and my thought are flowing,
like never before.

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