summer...
it's a story, one about the warm days, when the world was in chaos, but my heart in allays.
a word was exchanged, a song delivered, a lyric when composed, then a soul shivered.
a travelling mind, a homed heart, the tone was soft, but the lyrics tart.
the days have passed, and the weathers changed, daylight turned to twilight, and the cold unchained.
©Kendra Pokhrel