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  • Writer's pictureKristina Lang

I hope to see the mark I am looking for

Summer rains are falling around us

Their warm droplets caress our faces

The sound of your voice is mixed in with them

I dream you are with me in our warm places.

Summer winds are gentile and I feel a touch

While I recall your words, I know I wish for more

Some happy thoughts, some love to share

One day I hope to see the mark I am looking for.

You are in my thoughts and in my hopes

Summer is passing by; it is you whom I miss

Seasons are changing, warm will soon become cold

Inside of me is still the same, it is you whom I wish to kiss.


Wednesday August 19th, 2020

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