the summer’s great lizard hides
under a rock,
the summer sings of ending days, of
lonely horizons and crystal seas,
we smoulder in the sunshine
where the clouds flow in their
drifting streams, their ridges like
colossal ledges on the mountains
of the world.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
the summer’s great lizard hides
under a rock,
the summer sings of ending days, of
lonely horizons and crystal seas,
we smoulder in the sunshine
where the clouds flow in their
drifting streams, their ridges like
colossal ledges on the mountains
of the world.
"summer's almost gone, where will we be " is a quote from the group the doors.
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