How I miss the days of summer
When my life was tranquil and the sweet peas grew
The fences in the garden, making the perfect entrapment for the season
And my mother’s pale green dress swaying in the perpetual winds
How I long for the days where I hid in my garden
When no one can hope to find me through a mirage of time
The fences opened up to me (and me alone)
And I could finally exist only in the frames of my endless days of summer.
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