Where did the summer go, entangled in the cloud rushes,
What once was gold, spilling over the rooftops and right
Into your sleepy palm, hanging from the bed? Let’s hear it,
The sound of starting cars amidst the autumn silence,
O melancholy!, how surely you guide me to an ever sweet
Heartbreak, and so I gasp surrender. Where did the summer go,
like many others, and leave obscure unappreciative minds
in wonder?
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Submission Name: Summer melancholic
