Whistling sounds interrupt the night,
Warm prayers take flight,
Summer falls short preparing for winter,
While love tries to free itself from its splinter,
Hearts endured the abrupt torture from the suns beating rays,
Too hot for love as autumn handles the delays,
Early nights changes the fashion,
A lustful climate creates a need for passion,
Old pictures collect dust above the fire place,
Reminiscing seems to create space,
Another chance for a wounded soldier says the brain,
I'm sure with a few more heart beats a minute the heart will maintain,
The rush of blood warming up the souls,
Who dares to chance with the embers of love to become whole,
Such fragile entities collect broken pieces to prepare for the war,
In hopes to make peace and a treaty to calm the roar,
Of feelings, and mixed emotions,
The oceans of obstacles to seek devotion,
Preventing the endeavors of ones past to tattoo on the sleeves,
Yet join the breeze of change like leaves...
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