Treasure Island

Vyne Daguasi


ONE SUMMER FOREVER


ONE SUMMER FOREVER
By: VYNE


That summertime was perfect
‘Twas a season of the beginning
A memoir of lover’s quintessence
Where vows and words summer vouched


As that summer starts, abyss promise marked
A pledge bounded to last a lifetime
Like summer craving for forever,
That consecration yearns eternal


Another summer has come again predictably
Bringing the sweet promise of purity
Noting the inviting flower’s beauty
Drawing sweet smiles o’ so lovely

Hope that summer will rewind
The face and feelings to unwind
At least give paint to pre-occupied minds
Still haunted by last summer’s lives…

Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2008

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