In The Morning Of Summer

In The Morning Of Summer short poem

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In the morning of summer, when life was lonely
Sitting beneath the trees, and thinking about you
My heart, my heart is lonely
Still don’t realize you left me lonely

In the morning of summer, when life was lonely
Remembering you, and missing you intensely
Tears rolls down my face but I want to see your face
I want to see in your eyes, I want to hear your voice

In the morning of summer, when life was lonely
All the birds have flown up and gone away
My smile hides my tears, my laugh hides my screams.
No one considerate my feelings after you my heart

In the morning of summer, when life was lonely
A broken heart sitting alone and thinking about life
Laugh, the world laughs with you, Weep and weep alone
No one care me, no one share me after you my heart

In the morning of summer, when life was lonely
Still don’t realize you left me alone in the walks of life
Lonely are the days, lonely are the nights lonely is my life
Soon I realize this is life and I’m still learning about life

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