Capture the summer,
The long, slow days
When dreams are hatched
And you can catch
A dragonfly.
Capture the summer,
The sizzling grass,
All brown and dry,
The sun baking it golden
As the days go by.
Can you put it in a bottle?
Intoxicating morning air,
Smelling of flowers
That have mated
And done their share.
Can you hold on to time?
And live again these moments
When the world seems sublime?
Capture the summer,
And save it for all time.
clarakatalin 
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