Let me give you this summer as a gift.
It'll never come again with such hot bliss.
Let me feel your pulse racing against your wrist.
It'll never feel the same; we'll coexist-
and in time, life will flatline and fall static.
We'll live in shadows, each a nesting doll.
Pushed further back from ourselves, tragic
Isn't it how lifeless and banal?
The future will be after this summer.
Let's dovetail like well-made furniture.
Burn on a campfire till the stars grow duller.
Brighter by design; leave a worshipper.
In me, a parched breath breathes as if for you.
As if after today, all is lost, subdue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Summer has kept hot bliss and this season is warm season. Gifting summer amazes mind. Still at night stars grow taller. This poem is really an amazing poem very brilliantly penned...10