- There's still summer to see. -
Walking back home. Foliage pale of blossoms. Air heavy with sweet spring scent.
How many times I've walked this street during past 5 months. Roads blur into one.
I remember soft images here and there. No, they are just hazy. Halting filmstrip looped.
Sense of time goes with the river flow. And again bony feet clatter the pavement.