I remember the days
where we could laugh and play
in the middle of August.
Those days where the sun
had no bounds. We played
until we couldn't breathe, until
our voices were no more than
shallow sounds lost in the breeze
that carried them until they
lost meaning.
Looking back, I wonder when that day came.
When did those voices fall mute?
When did they die?
Or maybe, are they out there?
Still floating on the wind,
lofty clouds that will never rain?
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
I remember the days
where we could laugh and play
in the middle of August.
Those days where the sun
had no bounds. We played
until we couldn't breathe, until
our voices were no more than
shallow sounds lost in the breeze
that carried them until they
lost meaning.
Looking back, I wonder when that day came.
When did those voices fall mute?
When did they die?
Or maybe, are they out there?
Still floating on the wind,
lofty clouds that will never rain?
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