THE SUMMER BREEZE IS NOW A DISTANT MEMORY
FOREVER ETCHED IN MY MIND
THE FEEL OF WET SAND CARESSING MY TOES
THE TICKLING WAVES BRUSH AGAINST MY CALVES
THE WIND CALLS MY NAME
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
SO LONG SUMMER
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
ZINA
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