Misty poetry. Create your own. Don't write about those celebrities. 10 sentence

The memory of summer comes to me gently, just like a meteor across the night sky. Fluorescent accompanied my bride to leave in a flash. Maybe I will never be remembered. Maybe I soon forgot each other's memories, as if the rain had fallen on the beach. Debris in the night is soaked in a beautiful lake or burned to ashes in the blue sky. My eyes kept flashing. Maybe they're still wondering who died. I left gently, like the wind, without attachment and disappeared, and sailed back in the rising wind.