'We are all children of chance, the victims of circumstance'.
The Lost Souls Of Summer
The hordes had gathered,
from far and wide;
With great anticipation,
for what was to behold;
Buoyant from the night,
with moments to treasure;
All filled with excitement,
euphoria and joy;
Most take their magic home,
yet some were about to fall;
Taken in a moment of madness,
confusion and terror;
Memories that were gathered,
now taste bittersweet;
We will always remember,
the lost souls of summer.
Very good poet with sweet voice...God bless you.