On Long Summer Nights

On long summer nights,
she sits outside in her garden,
gazing at the moonlit hills,
her eyes are soft with love,

even though there is a hole
where her heart once was,
before she felt blown apart
as a dandelion in the wind,

every year the wildflowers bloom
in windblown grasses on the hills,
every year she sits outside, waits.

3 Replies to “On Long Summer Nights”

    1. I agree with you! There is ending and renewal in nature too in form of the seasons. Thank you for your much appreciated comment!

      Ciao, Francina

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