The sun scorches my eyes,
butterflies scatter,
lilacs half in bloom,
sea arriving disco blue;
time like train wheels chugs endlessly on,
drawing me away,
further from you.
One day everything will be over,
not just this holiday.
Will I feel brighter then?
Will the sun be more constant –
blissfully unchanging;
my eternal antidote
to unfaithful summers
too soon gone?
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