Hills and meadows
Cabin by the sparkling river is waiting,
Camp in the thrilling trek is empty
Summer, this time we may not be meeting.
Now sitting inside
a locked room
where every breath is quarantined,
Will you come to my window pane?
Summer, longing for your sultry time.
I can almost feel the mountain spring
flowing beneath my happy feet,
Crimson sunset lazing around kans grasses
Dancing with the stars in wild beats.
Flavors of green mangoes, mulberries
Tangy tongue that
The picnic basket is empty
in the corner
BBQ aroma in the backyard! I can only wish!
When the whistling wind knocks at my window
I know summer,
what you’re looking for,
Though time has made us socially-distant,
Summer of 2020, I hope to meet you for sure.
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