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Sun sears through outer skin
sensationalising burns within blistered apparitions begin festering mementos of sin Westerly wind blows warm fragmented dreams are torn lethargic yet forlorn another day is born Sighs escape on a breeze withered memories doth freeze imagination wild with ease all you want is to please Brows soaked in sweat bodily garments now wet golden rays are set as Summer pays her debt... |
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It is Summer here in my part of the world...Summer didn't drop in and start of slow, she came in with a hiss and roar, burning, drying and making her presence known without so much as a 'hello'...Always reminds me of why I love Autumn and Winter...
While the majority of you Mingle-ites enjoy a white christmas, we suffer in the sun and heat and humidity...I can totally get and understand Bing Crosby singing that old Christmas Song... |
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May the sun ease on your temples and the wind softly blow upon your soul Love the write,,, so glad,, yes very glad you came home '' |
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I can feel the burn. You have captured the rage in this piece, quite well.
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