(from the Summer)
(from the Summer)
*lines in italics are from Jane Eyre
Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter?
Because I fear
For the warm skin
Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!
It's sand, mud and dirt
but some see the blue beyond
and call it a beach.
She almost forgets.
Summer nights still taste like smoke
and fireflies still dance.
Comments
I miss it too :)
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