Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Indian Summer

It seems so warm for November
And the days still felt so long.
We'd have the sun it seemed forever
But the snow still fell and proved me wrong.

And I regret not taking time
To spend together in the sun
To run and walk, your hand mine
Before our time was all but done.

Indian summer is a tricky kind of friend
She holds your hand so tight and sure
But sooner or later warmer weather has to end.
Indian Summer can't endure.

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