That summer in the 90s… do you remember it still? How we sat by the lake and talked of endless love? And when the tape in the walkman broke, how our voices rose high, until you pulled me by the arm and we danced in slow whorls… It was magical wasn’t it, that summer when we were young still… and the sky was just an arm’s length away for us to write our song on.
They said that summer love is just a gorgeous lie. We laughed when we heard it. We believed in love. We believed in forever. We believed in us.
When did the summer turn cold? Why did our sky turn an inky black? Where did love go?
Scribbled carelessly
A galaxy of sorrow
Light years away
Rather delayed, this post is part of BlogchatterA2Z 2022. The pic is sourced from https://unsplash.com/@denisdegioanni
A Pocketful of Words 
So glad the galaxy of sorrow is light years away. Have I got it right?
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Ah I was thinking of it differently but now your comment is making me reevaluate that 🙂
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Sonia… I am reminded of my school years, when I wondered how I would what the poet was thinking and why couldn’t I just write what I thought the words said to me. I like to see the beauty of words anew through the eyes of the reader. And you always light up my rather darkish thoughts. Thank you 🙂
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Suchita… I would really like to hear your first take.
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