Chapter 1 a lost summer
Its all in sweet pink flush i can see through my eyes,
Or the red glow of the dry desert,
Yet it feels like i painted it in my canvas,
Walking through the things i see,
I can smell the wet colour,
Hear distant sounds of laughter, sorrow, cries of pain.
Now i see a bit yellow glow, like the mangoes,
Its so bright ,
That it burns my skin to red,
Its soo glowing that i lost my senses to numb of cold
Again i see the white greys
Is it a summer sky?
Or the call of something?
What a sight it is,
What a change it is!
Wow
A lost summer it is,
Where ever i see
I see is glows of colour
Yet it has been grey feeling..
My words are lost in them
Yet it leaves a lingering feeling.
A lost summer it is...
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