By Crystevin
Date: 3 May 2000
Once upon a Summertime
Thunderstorms down in the south
bring cool showers on hot humid sweat.
The ocean mist on my face out west
intensifies the cool breeze of seaside's best.
Then there's splashing in a waterfall
way up north somewhere
laughing and playing like children
falling down wet.
Or running through a meadow
somewhere in the middle
it feels free and spatial
yet empty and void,
because the showers, mist, waterfalls and meadows
don't ease the pain
and don't feel the same
as they did long ago
once upon a summertime.
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