Title: Summer Gone
by Walinase | in writing, poetry
I stand tall in the summer,
I listen to lovers love,
I stand tall in the summer,
I blow with the clouds above
I hear the gargle of a new born baby,
I see fathers and sons with their ball,
I watch babys and mothers feed the ducks, I can see them all
I see autumn coming over hills,
My leaves are changing colour,
Reds, oranges, yellows and browns,
A sight like no other
I see people in cars,
They just drive on by,
They never visit me anymore,
I didnt even get a good-bye
Winter is here,
Snow on my shoes,
Still no friend,
I feel abused
I really miss the laughter,
I really miss the games,
I really miss the children,
I miss the suns hot flames
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