Summer City. Poem by Kul Rai

Summer City.

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Sitting alone in window.
Giving a look, out in a meadow,
Looking and thinking -what kind of summer? ?
Those December lasting days still murmur....
......
It's dead summer city, still city of summer..

Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: saddened
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