Passion's Grace

We sing sweet lullabies
We cry out melodies
We tune it, till it feels like emotion
We zoom in, till thought corrode

In our comatose, we just forget
It comforts me when I'm behind the sun
It makes me feel so good
When laughs could barely satisfy my mood
It cools me, when I'm cooking in the heat.
It ends the long days and puts me to sleep.
I think summer is at its end
I think summer is at its end
I think summer is at its end
and because of your flow it doesn't even matter

poem by Justin Henry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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