Its the summer
What a bummer
The gray skies
Make me despise
This is southern Cali
Not some New York alley
Please emerge from thy slumber
The sun of this hidden summer
Waiting
Debating
Concerned for the future
Taxiing to the departure
Clear skies I need
For sunshine to feed
Its the summer
What a bummer.
2 comments:
good use of rhythm amd rhyme in this and I can relate to, as its raining steadily here
the lines of the poem are written in a rhythmic way. It amuses me lot.
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