Jonathan Dunham

A Taste of Summer

Thousands of scents fill the air we breathe
So many I cannot believe
Exotic tastes of foreign places
So hard to perceive…

Smiles fade from the faces
Of all people in all places
As they watch the days roll by
Oh how time races

Summer, when the sun is high
Rays so hot they could fry
Watching as a perfect life forms
The night, it creeps like a spy
The afternoon brings a storm
But at least it’s warm
These days, they last forever
Emotions begin to swarm

At times I believe I’m clever
But I’ve come to believe this never
For soon I will have to leave
And go on my next endeavor

This summer was full of relief
And also full of false belief
That this heaven would last eternally
I never thought about the grief


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