The Last Summer

Mix the adventure for a sweetened

memory with no twitch.

A walk to the sea

And a drive through the west gate

Faraway from the road into the sand,

And into the grass.

While the air still smells fresh on

your breath

Before the trees go back home

And when the earth under your feet

can absorb every step.

And when the day is the colour of me

These are all that I have with me on my bed

At the beginning of winter.

I am a Nigerian girl who has a passion for writing. I am in my sixth form year and planning to apply to study law.

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