Poem:
There Was A Summer Of Sixteen
Writer:
Connolly , Geraldine
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The summer I was sixteen,
When the world was vibrant and green,
A time of innocence and dreams,
Where life flowed like gentle rivers.
The sun rose high in the sky,
As golden rays kiss my skin goodbye,
I roamed the fields, wild and free,
With a heart as light as can be.
The days are long and hot,
With every sunrise, a brand new look,
I used to dance in the air with butterflies.
Their delicate wings cannot be compared.
The meadows bloomed with colorful joy,
As flowers bloom from morning to night.
The air was filled with their fragrant whispers.
And gave a sense of endless ease.
Under the shade of an ancient tree,
I'll sit and think, just me and you
A book of poems, my dear treasure,
Immense words, immeasurable joy.
I wrote about love and distant lands
Castles built by artists,
Of secret stories that only I could know,
And the emotions that arise.
In the silent hours of twilight's embrace,
When the sun left its trail of fire,
I will watch the stars shine
A celestial symphony, enchanting at night.
The moon will guide me in the dark
A flash of his light, a heavenly spark,
I will wander in a silver haze,
Lost in dreams and endless mazes.
The sea cried with a siren's song,
Its waves crash, fierce and strong,
I'll drown in a foamy throat,
And let the rhythm of the sea set my pace.
With sandy fingers and salt-kissed lips,
I will see the herons gracefully flipping,
And when the waves kiss the shore,
I felt a love that I couldn't ignore.
Friendships bloom like wild flowers
binding hearts into eternal powers,
We laughed and cried, told deep secrets,
And fake memories we will keep forever.
On starry nights and sunny days,
We will explore the complex maze of life,
With young hearts, unbroken and free,
We wrote our own stories, intertwined like a tapestry.
But summers, like dreams, must end,
They drift away like distant friends.
And as the days grew shorter and colder,
I held on to the memories, the ones that gave me hope.
Because that summer, when I was sixteen,
I learned that life is a momentary scene.
But the spirit of youth lives forever,
In the dreams we cherish, the love it gives.
So let's dance the seasons anew,
Catch the dreams and let them color
Summer essence, forever bright,
In the tapestry of life, all is woven right.
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