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Hazy days

by cleverdevice

Member since 2002 · Posted 26 Mar 2003 · Edited 23 Jun 2003 · 5 comments

The bitter smell of dry tarmac and a rainbow shimmering in the spray from a sprinkler reminds me of her. Canvas clad deckchairs spring memories of hot days and cold drinks, sprawling in the blaze. The Sun bronzed us as I waited for something to happen. It never did. Now I'm left with echos of a girl who's features are etched on some distant part of my mind. And, as I can never lose them, I cannot encourage them furthur. Look but don't touch. One day I might find her but until then, recollections are all that I'll have left of my summer of love.

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[7] Jeremi B. Handrinos 27-Mar-03/11:48 AM Reply
"remind" try pluralizing this.

"I'll have left of my summer of love."
I have left of my summer in love.

[n/a] Fear of Garbage 27-Mar-03/4:32 PM Reply
muh....i don't like the end. its pretty vague but not in a good way and not final or strong at all. some excellant description though. i was glad it wasn't longer, it would've ruined the charm.
[8] Ranger 18-Apr-03/12:54 AM Reply
Must agree with Fear of Garbage here, but other than that it's great!
[10] SupremeDreamer 23-Jun-03/4:22 AM Reply
sad and beautifull song of love never realized only dreamed or so it seems.. -10-
[2] nentwined 4-Oct-06/6:04 PM Reply
who's <-- whose

who's means "who is", as in "who's going to fix that?"