The sun beats down, a golden crown,
The park surrenders, parched and brown.
Laughter rings, a carefree chime,
Strangers' joy, a world not mine.
Smoke curls thin, a mournful wisp,
Chasing ghosts with every lip.
Liquor stings, a bitter balm,
Can't erase the whispered charm.
Moon's dull eye, a teardrop cold,
Stars aloof, their secrets sold.
Lucy's name, a whispered spell,
Summer's love, a phantom's shell.
He walks alone, a shadowed form,
In summer's blaze, a heart in storm.
No golden joy, no carefree song,
Just longing whispers, deep and long.
Summer
© Copyright: Всеволод Дмитриевич Анисимов, 2023
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