Sometimes we chase it,
but there is more to forever,
more to summer than the horizon's end.
It is even more than what is here,
for this summer place shall go cold.
What stays for sure?
Hand in hand we walk this sand
leaving behind our eroding footprints.
So goes our way, our existence,
Monday, September 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: peace,summer,together