22/09/2020
How many times can you touch the clouds in summer?
I didn't really count the times,
yesterday I wrote you a poem
but summer was made to fall in love
surprise is right next to you
And this summer breeze I feel it
from the tip of the feet
to the fingertips
memories of a summer afternoon,
one afternoon with you
Eternal until the sun turns orange
doors to another dimension in the brightness of your eyes
summer was made to fall in love
there is no answer, just feel its softness
