117. An ode to summer
I wonder where
the dog days of summer went,
as I wish this season would
never come to an end.
It was like a brief affair,
perhaps a short fling
that started not so long ago,
towards the end of spring.
Glad you gave me short lived
but memorable events,
but heartbroken that you will
soon leave with your seasonal scents.
I guess it’s time for goodbyes
as I’ll hopefully see you next year.
But before you leave, just know that
to me, you will be a season very dear.
-Rithin.
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