I can see the sun you carry in your pocket for me. You try to hide it for a time, but it peeps back and lights my entire world.
And our limitless love, shines across the million skies and calls for me.
Here I come, spiraling through the shadows, to clasp the beam of your soul. And then we dive together into the infinity of dreams and cosmos.
Endings can be beautiful too.
Summer is here again. Summer, summer, summer! Who doesn’t love summers?
Summers have a logic of their own and they always brought something out in you. Summer was supposed to be about freedom, fun, adventure and leisure. What’s good about summer is it’s warmth , but one can never realize it without the cold of the winter. If we never had winters, summers would just be an illusion like the moon lady’s love. Or when you are too tired to carry on, summer’s sunshine bring life to earth. Sun is the best thing to happen to earth I must say.
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.”
One always remembers one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.
So summers is a book of hope. Each day we had more light to read by. Summers makes one want to believe. But hope is dangerous thing my friends, it can drive one crazy. But faith is sweet, as sweet as the first summer rain.
And so with the sunshine and the blue sky, and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, butterflies and chirping birdies, and the breeze, I believe life was beginning over and over again with the summer.
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