Like a dream
I remember
Those country hilltops well
During that
Beginning September
Where I could easily dwell
Mahogany strands
Whipped at my face
In the automobile
Yet there is no
Other place
That felt so surreal
Leaves barely clung
Onto the trees
With whiffs of blueberry pie
Because of the
Morning breeze
My desire cannot deny
Those different shades
Of lavender tulips
Whirling through my eyes
That is now replaced
With conspiracies
And forgotten modern lies
Oh how I miss
Those sweet days
Though now I hardly remember
Those warm summer afternoons
And blurs of leaves and lavender

 
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