On cool summer nights,
The breeze is feast,
To hot bodies,
Burning due to heat.
It's that time of year,
When we lay on terrace tops,
To watch stars twinkling,
And bright moon shining,
Above us.
During those nights,
Closed ones get together,
To share juicy stories,
Or make false spook tales.
Waking up till odd hours,
To watch first ray of light,
Fall on our tired faces,
As we cuddle in our thin blankets.
It's camping night,
On terrace top,
For days until holidays end,
And we are back to monotony,
Of our lives,
Back to school,
With mind full of memories.
