Fleeting Summer
/Hey, fleeting summer
I am sad you are gone so soon
With the sandy beaches deserted,
Seagulls are hovering around to be fed
Crisscrossing each other’s way
They cry with shrills bemoaning the loss of lively crowds
Children’s sandy castles have crumbled
Old little dugouts have been filled
A kind of morbid silence has ruled the once warm shores
The music of pebbles pushed by waves goes unheard
None is there to ride the back of the curved tides
What remains is nostalgia
Hey, fleeting summer,
A painful reminder of fleeting human life
If I survive the icy cold of this winter, I will come to hug your warmth.
By Yogen Guragain
From: United States
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