Category : Poems

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It is the middle of summer 
And the sun does not warm my body,
 And my heart has no joy, only sadness, 
What I leave behind leads me from the shadows.

  Setting my thoughts only on someone, 
 Close to me but not mine. 
My arms are open, 
Her heart is closed to love.

What I leave behind follows me,
 The good times have turned into memories.