Despicable summer
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1 min readJul 13, 2016
Summer light coming through the blinds,
but I’m waiting for the rain.I look at the deep spacious blue sky,
but only gray clouds to count.The grass is green and flowers are blooming,
but rotten plants surround me.Memories of a violent and fierce ocean,
but no wave is coming to shore.Parties and festivals are happening around,
but I have no place which to go.Everybody is rushing through this world,
but there is nobody with me.I’m happy to be alive,
but sadly I’m death inside.