Caress of light
vanishes daily
from our sand path.
Hedges's shadows
spread longer
and earlier, bit by bit.
And so I linger
in golden memories
chasing your kisses,
if I could capture
that first time picture
of you and me...
But season's changing
the wind blows chilly
dimming our sand path.
New horizons call me,
and I weave future,
-But that Summer,
that unique Summer-
will stay in me.
La Finita
Unforgetable memory, lovely!