in the month of june,
everyday i slept past noon.
just so i could see the moon,
but the night ended so soon.
in the month of july,
i met my first firefly.
i felt my heart soar so high,
but so fast i said goodbye.
in the month of august,
i could smell the summer must.
i watched my freedom turn to dust,
then it was gone with a wind gust.
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Poetrypoetry, written by someone who's still trying to figure a lot out. (updates whenever i write something good)
