Sad Summer Sky
he spoke of sweet nothings
like the weather and such
and that kiss that they stole
on the first night they met
she watched on in silence
as he reached out to touch
with a rose in his hand
as the sun slowly set
but that very same rose
with its petals of tears
has since withered and died
'neath the sad summer sky
it was laid at her grave
by a man of some years
who’s remembered because
he no longer comes by.
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