What did the summer whisper in your ears? Is it the bell for your recess or the call for a visit to granny?
Where did you get that dusky hues? Was it when you walked away pondering your purpose again or did you come across it when you stood directly stairing at the Apollo shine?
Who said we were forever? Haven’t you heard of departure and adieus? Everything is meant for being left behind, you only take the memory and go….
Cherrish all that life has sent,
after all this is how it was meant..