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The Summer
The summer is true
you know its true
summer is true my love,
to whether it glooms
the flowers they bloom
over and true my love,
and what of the turtle?
I sit and watch him
chase the bobber,
nothing gets done;
no fishing on the pond,
we only sit and drink
hippie lemonade
and torment the evening turtle.
The summer is true
you know its true
…summer was true my love.
Published 4th Sep 2015
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4th Sep 2015 7:44am
4th Sep 2015 12:54pm
"we only sit and drink
hippie lemonade
and torment the evening turtle" ...
I love these few lines.. Hippie lemonade! Just fab Pish..
The sing song of true over ond over becomes so happy...nothing gets ✔ done...☀🐡🐛🐝🐞🐜🐸☀thats okay...
Just enjoy summers creatures and a hippie drink by cool waters with a love.
The moment is real and pure. Torment of the turtle the worst problem to face. Thats whats true no matter the drudge of other bigger things and weary winters.
You have such a refreshing voice. Feel id know you if i met you. And would like you very much. 💜
🍒
J
hippie lemonade
and torment the evening turtle" ...
I love these few lines.. Hippie lemonade! Just fab Pish..
The sing song of true over ond over becomes so happy...nothing gets ✔ done...☀🐡🐛🐝🐞🐜🐸☀thats okay...
Just enjoy summers creatures and a hippie drink by cool waters with a love.
The moment is real and pure. Torment of the turtle the worst problem to face. Thats whats true no matter the drudge of other bigger things and weary winters.
You have such a refreshing voice. Feel id know you if i met you. And would like you very much. 💜
🍒
J
4th Sep 2015 1:59pm
4th Sep 2015 4:11pm
the leaves are beginning to rustle through
the streets, tripping up the pigeons,
intermingling with the litter
and making crunchy music, like I'm walking
on a rusty piano -
autumn's coming..:)
the streets, tripping up the pigeons,
intermingling with the litter
and making crunchy music, like I'm walking
on a rusty piano -
autumn's coming..:)
4th Sep 2015 10:20pm
pishashee: the sweet freedom of summer..the joy of observing and being quiet all captured in your poem.
5th Feb 2016 2:35pm
