The lost summers

The afternoon sun,

The scorching heat,

A cool wet towel resting on my shoulders,

A plate full of mangoes,

The sounds of laughter fill the air.

I breathe in,

The scents of the summer,

Of the unparalleled joys,

And of a long gone childhood remembrance.

 

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