A Summer's Folly

I never thought it was the case.

I never thought I would say this.

But, those were the last good days unless I get out of this cage.

And, I lost all the left pennies.

So, for your thoughts, I have no more ways.

The clock works backwards

Each time my memory uses one of her lives.

I use all my power to catch only the smiles.

As for now, dreary bats made of it home.

Lost ghosts live there too, yet I look for the birds’ voices.

_Our creeping invention to glorious mornings_

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