Summer Break The girls twiddle their hair in the setting summer mist, One last chance to catch a love, a lingering kiss. Their smiles are sweet, showing no hurt, no pain, They're yet to live #life, yet to learn of loss and gain. Do we tell them of their fate? Crush their dreams, in one fatal swoop? Is it fair that we only know the harm love can do? The girls sit there in the setting summer mist. Dresses falling just below their knees, bangles trailing up their wrist. Let them be. Let them cherish, let them know themselves, the concoction of loves time old knowing spells.
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