At the first gleaming sparkle of light... - S McQuaid

At the first gleaming sparkle of light,
the summer streamed-open delight.
For the summer air we’d reach,
drawn to warm sand on the beach.
We’d take in the late summer glow,
and be left for the twilight's shadow.
Your face shines as bright as the bays,
I cannot forget you in those hot summer days.

by S. McQuaid
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