Thursday, December 06, 2007

"The Lost Summer"

Summer came down the stairs
And stalked about town;
Summer arranged meetings in pairs
With a cheeky frown.

When she was urged to concede
Summer sent my girl afar,
And left me with a wretched need
To seal my memories in a jar.

“Ahoy there! Hath my love hither passed?”
“Nay, sailor, not since summer last.”

Thanks to Desvelado for his comments.



Blogger *adelaine said...

awww.. lovely... hope u r not writing frm experience :p

December 15, 2007 11:38 PM  

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