Summer Haze
By Emil Claire
Pink cheeks and cloudy skies,
two kids just passing by.
A full moon in late July,
you took me by surprise.
Calling me by my name,
how do I explain?
Sunshine on a rainy day,
you smile and I melt away.
There goes my mind,
making me blind.
It’s just a phase,
part of a summer haze.
Soon I’ll be awake,
see that it was fake.
So I play this game
and I’m the one to blame
when it goes to flames.
Maybe it’s my fate,
who is yet to say?
By Emil Claire

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