September Haze

May 27, 2011
Wind a blow, not yet cold
Blue eyes search while green eyes stare
Amber suns sleep, barely there
Careless days soon washed away
World so soft like sculptor’s clay
Summer’s last kiss starts to fade
Welcome to September haze

A placid dream, by whatever means
Dance in the rain or the light of the moon
Dish out the sky with a silver spoon
Don’t want to remember but cant forget
Lovely memories painted with regret
Never count the ways
Welcome to September haze

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