The slow decline of summer daysElapse and fall in murky hazeof shimmered skies with clouds dark grey,our future seems unclear now.With baffled cries of haughty funa song that’s meant for everyoneto cast their shadows on the sunit’s not our song we hear now.So as our dreams are chided bythose thunderous schisms from the sky.They make…
The slow decline of summer days
Elapse and fall in murky haze
of shimmered skies
with clouds dark grey,
our future seems unclear now.
With baffled cries of haughty fun
a song that’s meant for everyone
to cast their shadows on the sun
it’s not our song we hear now.
So as our dreams are chided by
those thunderous schisms from the sky.
They make us stop and question why
the reasons we are hear now.
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
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