Wednesday, 10 June 2015

Summer Days

 Summer days

The light is not long

Running, climbing, hiding

What to do, where to go

The friendship

It was everlasting

The unsettled arguments had no meaning

As though we were kin

It felt as though we traveled the world

In a single afternoon

But for so long, as though forever

We didn't leave your stoop

The street lamps click on

With a soft buzz, it warms

Yet chills

The day will and soon

And not unlike the cry of a mother wolf

Our mothers bade us indoors

To rest and retire for the evening

For our summer days have ended

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