i saw the summer coming
from the doorway
i was never the veil type
or the worn type
i prefer the midnight stroll
the glare of biting lights
and the fullness
of too much to eat
too much to share
i know i am limited
fading slowly everyday
window shopping
is tedious
and the orchestrated
sadness of loss
is a waste of time
my words
hold me
this is the summer of them
whoever they may be
bless you
as the equinox
sinks in.
-sheila c.
sheila sea 
Lovely gentle poem. Will follow. Thanks for following me.
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Loved how it came out in the end ..thanks for sharing 🙂
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Beautiful!!
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a wonderfully flowing poem. Thank you for sharing.
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