Be here dear, summer is coming.
Nature to see, but toxic to breathe.
Unfortunately.
I wish the stars would round more.
For the moon makes me smile more.
Take me back to the days.
Try not to overthink.
The ones where the skies were beautiful in the day.
Smiling, jumping.
Bring peace again.
For the days feel so slow.
I welcome the joy and warmth.
Art I the one shalt not weary away?
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