I don’t typically reblog other’s posts but I just had to share this one!
A romantic pull,
Summers past do hold,
The sun always bright,
Sea sparkling with pulsing waves,
All that forms a memory is polished to a gleam.
Were they as such,
Was it all so perfect?
I doubt it.
But sometimes, it is better to bask in a brilliant promise,
Than to mire in a remembrance gone astray.
My summers are no different to the other delusional seasons,
But it is nice to dream so,
And I do like the colour of the skies.