Summer Fiction

It all stands to reveal compelling reasons
The hands of time allowed a glimpse of horizon

If only to make you see that there’s nothing new
Would you reconsider the truth?

Fictional life

If there’s nothing to rebel against
Logic is subdued
Naked eyes will see through

Fictional life

A breeze and a gentle touch of the sun
Unfreeze the moment to look upon

Naked eyes will see through

Fun times will pull through in a heartbeat
A goldmine of memories is something to tap into

Good times
I see you

Never mind
The marching days are over
So much to anticipate
The prophecy of summer