8. Summer
Summer breeze always reminds me of you.
It always blows in from the shore,
bringing the scent of sea
and summers we spent together.
The trees used to whisper our names
as we lay together counting the stars.
We’d stay out for hours,
twirling in the rain
or wandering near and far.
It didn’t matter as long as we were together.
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