Will summer ever come?

Walking under the trees,
the wind sighing in the eaves, and kicking up leaves.

Thinking of times long past,
Times that went too fast, times that didn't last.

Will summer ever come?
You're waiting for the sun.
Waiting for a better day.

You sigh and walk by.
"Too late" you murmur to the winter sky.
"Too late"
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Posted: Dec 2011

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