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Touching the Sun

The wind has ceased
The sun has decided
To stay as I walk along
The rose paved path that leads to the
Broken swingset of my childhood
So many summer sunset memories
Of sticky boys under swingsets
Searching, always searching for that summer love
I remember dropping my popsicle
While I was trying to reach the sky
Trying to fly
There was a rope pulling me towards the sun
My summer friend, my childhood summer
Touching the Sun

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