The rays of the sun don't hit any more
they tell me gently the summer is gone
but their light is still bright and pure
a perfect moment in the afternoon.
*
The house rests for a while
so quiet that brings me a smile
even your dog is pretending to guard
that no one will cross the yard.
*
I don't know if he's dreaming,
the two of you playing
or maybe he's still waiting
the sorrow starts fading.
*
Maybe like me, he feels that this moment
it's a safe zone to feel you are less distant,
so I stay here to think and remember
when life was still strong and gentle,
in your memory, I light up a candle
on the perfect afternoon in September.
***
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ema
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Comments (4)
Ema, I like the rhyme scheme and feel of this piece! You really captured the vibe of September for me, the melancholic feel and the changing of seasons/ phases of life! Great work!
Ahh such a melancholy feel (and I love it!!) ❤️❤️
Oh this was soooo beautiful! You nailed Jazzy's challenge!
This was absolutely perfect 🥹