Summer

December 19, 2009
By itsPaige BRONZE, San Jose, California
itsPaige BRONZE, San Jose, California
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I see
with my blind
eyes
a sky cast in blue,
fields of rye.
Another church,
a place I call home,
with green grass
clouds peeking over…
All alone,
I see with my blind
eyes.
I walk
with broken legs,
and every step
I take in strife,
foot prints left
in the sand,
silver reflections
who I am…
I’m trying to find
someone who left
long, long ago.
I miss the summer
when nothing had gone
wrong.
I miss the summer
when I could see.
I miss the summer.
All alone.



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INnaturegirl said...
on Jan. 11 2010 at 7:20 am
i love this <3

**i miss my perfect summer too

on Jan. 10 2010 at 9:09 am
dan_wills07 SILVER, Fort Wayne, Indiana
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This is an excellent poem. 4 stars!


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