Long ago, I welcomed summer. She carried its breath of reality, unattended by man-made artifice. Then, I ran carefree, through the forest of innocent dreams. On the green grass foliage, my slumbers were peace. Nature was with me. Summer made me strong, and invincible against the rain.
But the season has moved and I was suddenly left alone. Years passed in one moon's voyage. The days in my room are cold. Unwelcome tendrils embrace me without the warmth of the natural sun. I lie awake listless, somehow aware but unable against the winter of my heart.
This is not the dream I innocently dreamed. It wasn't nights of winter where every night is cold and disharmony. I long for the summer of long ago.
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