In the morning the  sun gives farewell
to the moon and in the night time
the moon gives farewell
to the sun that's their routine.

Remind me old friend,
of what it was like,
long before this,
when you and I didn't exist,
when the white clouds heaped
and never separated,
when roads didn't cross
for only a moment in time,
and when love,
never meet
loss.
-L.D.

longing for summer;
literally,metaphorically

Learn to love yourself
Before you love
Anyone else