Sep 13, 2007

My summers have just begin,
But there is craving for the chilled air now...
The sunshine looms large,
I want to go back to the moon.
The light is harsh on my eyes,
There is nothing soothing like the stars..
The rays build a vaccuum around me,
I feel starkly isolated.
The loneliness of the night lets me dream,
This bright day is tearing me apart.

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