Summer in Pennsylvania
is so beautiful and rich.
Summer here is more like hell
than anything else.
I miss the japanese tree in front of my old house.
With burnt sienna leaves,
and the perfectly sized trunk.
I know it’s not the same when i go back.
It wasn’t the same when i went back a few years ago,
but there is still beauty left.
A bittersweet beauty,
that looks more like pain.
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