Summer Days 


The days of freedom, I have never known

Days of reckless joy, breathless laughter is beyond me

Those summer days, carefree ways 

What are they but words to me? 

Something to long for, to earn from life 

Caged, we see the winter moon 

Lifeless, dull. 

There is no spring to welcome the warmth 

The yellow streak, the natural light 

The hope it brings, the celebration of rich harvest. 

Those summer days are always tomorrow 

And today we face the snow. 

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