Summer winds
As a child, when Summer came, I often sat by the sea watching sunsets I could not reach, counting the clouds that were rushing away, and I remember always feeling the wind playfully tossing my hair As a teenager, I am almost embarrassed to say, I fell in love with a statue that sat in a park handsome and strong, standing always tall but always out of my touch and when on summer afternoons I would sadly sit in front of him in my bench, I remember only the wind was there to sweetly touch my face.... Sign in to see full entry.