Sweet Summer Child

I want to write

of things that matter.

Of things that make

the world go round.

Of things that bring color to

gray skies and lifeless routines.

Of things that bring forth

music like that of an

angel’s choir.

Of things that take one’s

breath away.

Of things that make one lie

awake at night

thinking, dreaming, wishing.

 

But alas, I cannot,

for I only write of

things that I know—

and of love,


I know not.

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