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Promise of summer

Close your eyes
and listen to the
raindrops on asphalt
that resonate on an empty calendar.

Freedom, finally,
it is summer.

Can you feel it in the air,
the prospect of summer evenings
spent outdoors,
of walks on the beach at night
and lazy mornings in bed?

Can you smell it,
the mixture of sandy toes
and suncream skin,
of foreign food and the pool,
of salty water and us?

Close your eyes. Feel the breeze.
Breathe it in. Summer. Us. Away.


Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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