What then is this warmth which lingers?For it sits on my lip, trembling like a lost summer’s day
Is this how the night feels when it pales with the morning’s light?
For I am trapped in the twilight of your advance’s retreat
knowing never that temptation could taste
- So sweet
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011
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A summer's day lost hurts, it takes too long and disappear too fast..
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