by Aurora Russe

Created on: July 26, 2011

Rainy mornings and refreshing mists

Crackling fires and early summer’s kiss

Strangers’ smiles and miles of rolling hills...

Among these there’s no one I will miss.

Small town charm, a simple minder’s bliss

River dams where everybody swims

Bluest skies and grass’s gentle hiss

I’ll leave in sadness, with not a soul to miss.

Wildest flame was at one time a spark

Of your deep eyes, the eyes to match the sky

Where my reflection rested.

I often think of them when all the world is dark,

And driven mad by the all-knowing moon

I wish I had the right to miss you.

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