Summer poem.

The warm evenings of late July
The pink and purples covering
the sky just wondering
if you’re at the same place as I
am or if I’m mistaken and misplaced.

Do I have to cross this street
or will u make the search for me?
Will you check behind the tree?
It’s warm so we can stay outside.
But it’s getting dark.

The warm evenings of late July
Did I hear mosquitoes or was that just
someone’s cry?
I was just wondering if you were here
or we were just lost somewhere.

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Author: againorway

a dreamer trying to make a living in Norway

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