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Love is Summer

Love is Summer
Warm, Bright and Fulfilling
The time we spend
Is rewarding
We laugh
But yet
The summer ends

And autumn
We break
We cry
And start to grieve
Over the sun
That we loved
Winter comes
The worst yet
No warmth
No memory
Just pain
Waiting for it to end
Spring
We heal
For another Summer
Another chance of lasting
Forever

But that summer
Is gone
The time
Like sand
Like water
In cupped hands
Drip out
And leave
We can always fill up those hands
And try again
But never being guaranteed
The sand will last
Oh
We have memories
But what good are those
Except
To dwell on the past
And hurt

poem by Fiona O'Connor
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