Tuesday, July 13, 2010

THAT EXTRA HALF AN INCH

Whisper a prayer, make a wish under a starry starry night.
Close your eyes and inhale summer's sweet scent. 
Summer; how the sun shines so brightly up in the blue skies, 
bringing warmth and joy to earth's inhabitants. 
Yet, Summer, the lust of all seasons. 
Bringing forth burning passions and entanglement of endless nothings. 
When Summer ends, so does the secret love affairs and midnight rendezvous. 
Summer flings, oh Summer flings. 
You come and go as easily as the wind. 
What a pity, what a shame. 
For you certainly live up to your name.