Your absence is felt in the sting of summer
Where no breeze blows among us men
The water is much too hot to drink down
And the Sun does remind us, its omnipotence
The ocean water and sand irritates our skin
Beaches are much better viewed from balconies
In the presence of an ever dear missing friend
Where clothes are worn loose and layered
And fires rage upon the ground at first dusk
Reminded of your presence this morning
When the long days of summer simply wane
Intoxicating is the aroma of your cool breeze
For which there is no such comparable touch
Laughter feels our guts, Rejuvenation follows
This old beanie loses dust as trees go barren
An enigma is made of an annual procession
Yet many will have made it into the clearing
Before the next time you knock on our door
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