A transient thought,
Drenched in your summer smell,
Flies by, but wouldn't halt,
Curious me is looking to the ground,
Whilst these memories abound,
None wanting to stick around,
Dazed I halt, preventing a rebound,
Who is to be blamed, the question continues to astound,
There is to be a way,
To break the spell, none wished will retain,
A never ending momentum, difficult to contain,
There is to be a way, it can't be perpetual,
It can't be so difficult to abstain.
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