Summer Love Dying in Paradise Flying by a Poor Man Lying

Posted: March 12, 2019 in poems, POETRY, Random stuff--read at your own risk!
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Summer Love Dying in Paradise Flying by a Poor Man Lying

Summer begins as winter ends, as a drifting whisper in the wind, a cry into the night, a fall from grace, too many pace, to end, to begin, a new.

We sat there in the night, looking into the stars, wishing upon one, that this night would never end, our arms wrapped around each other, holding on, never to release, even when miles apart.

Her name, a grace upon my lips, drifted into the sky, to fall onto the ears of sweet angels flying up above, looking upon the scene, to hear, to feel, that ancient love, a sweet day, for nothing but that love.

We all must die, but before that time, we all must live, we all must love, to find that love, to hold that love, to keep that love, is what we must strive for.

In that sweet night, making that passion a reality, to sing to heaven, our love, to feel that love, a most perfect way, to kiss, to lie, in the embrace of love, to sing, out, in angelic voices, to heaven’s ear.

Summer begins as winter ends, tis the way, of all seasons, to whisper in the wind, a cry, into that night, graces end, to lie in wait, embrace, to begin, anew again.

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