Cool grass blades
And blue glass fades
To golden reflections
Of sunset on my window
Sprinklers shush shushing
And mourning doves cooing
The light fades away
And lightning bugs play
Summer nights
I could use you now
As I sit here in February
Cold and tired.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Cool grass blades
And blue glass fades
To golden reflections
Of sunset on my window
Sprinklers shush shushing
And mourning doves cooing
The light fades away
And lightning bugs play
Summer nights
I could use you now
As I sit here in February
Cold and tired.
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