I’ve Forgotten The Summer Sun

Ive Forgotten The Summer Sun ballad

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Running punctuality and just enough, under loyalty,
The way the northern winds blew my skirts
was seen by a youthful sun, mouthing expletives,
It was under that noon, I met thee.

Racing against cold blankets from afar,
and fighting cocooned thickets of capture, see,
We promised, we promised under trustees
of a white and soft cottony dream.
Nothing said under them is forgotten
because they honor our words with a little ceremony,
They find our doorstep and shed ruthlessly
till lovers cry woe is me.

Now we sit royal under shadowing roofs,
But is it a match for running unprincipled and free?
Sun’s fiery rays, upon the crystal quiet water
I long to feel, each day a week.
The murmur of quiet somethings, off the brazen trees,
complete with your eyes warmed upon me,
Hell yes, I’ve forgotten the summer sun,
That brought life in brooks, and peace to each.

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Ravindran Govindaraju

I enjoyed reading !..


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