I grasp at the last rays of sun from day
And I wish sunlight would return to me
I hear the sound of people on their way
But I want time to stop so I am free
Again in the embrace of summer
When all my troubles are strangers and still
The wind brushes past me like a lover
One that knows my inner thoughts and self will
Always whisper to me like the breeze of autumn
When the leaves are dead and falling off
The trees have aching hearts and I am numb
And left alone like the clouds with not enough
Love like the brightest star cannot sustain
Our hearts through winter months will die again.
Connie Miller studies a science course at Cambridge University. The exact name of the course I can't remember.
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