Poem: The Echoes of Summer, and the Chase

Music echoes,

These walls too thin,

These buildings too tall,

These shadows too long,

Something to run from,

And something to long for.

 

This city,

It makes us who we are,

Tells our silent stories,

As one joyful rebel yell,

That echoes, and echoes,

Through the walls.

 

That smell,

Of burning cigarettes,

Once distasteful,

Now so welcoming,

No need to be hateful,

Summer is here.

 

Your laughter,

Like pouring wine,

Your sparkling smile,

Too bright to look upon,

My heart burns, to its core,

As I yearn for more.

 

We chase the sunset,

Until it sets no more.

 

This is us, forever,

Until we are no more.

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