Thursday, September 3, 2009

Blame it on the Summer

The day stops. Night begins.

I see the moon gently rising, it seems to greet me at every sly glance.

Its morning blaze calls to me, then I admire it
Even more.

Nothing else can speak to me this way, more peacefully than any human being can.

Blame it on the Summer for this trance, yet I hope the spell never ends.

NOTE: The title of this poem was inspired by the song "Blame It On the Summer" by Basia.

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