How curious for summer must end
As every line tends to cease
I feel you're incomplete
Yet, pushing to the ends of my reach
Even if you go unread
You'll still be one of my greatest treasures
For your words are me
Moonlit madden times
Suncrazed laughs and smiles
Just a glimpse to the realities
I'm dealing in time troves
For every line I write
Surely, does feel like a miss
So, here's a my confession
Summer may just be over