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Summer Days
A winter song seems long
lost against the fury of
the hot summer sun.
A landscape once appearing
in beautiful white and shades
of green, charred to a desert
barren.
What wind there is now like
warm dragons breath
searing the skin and lingering
in the air long after the sun
descends.
Sparkling blue, a liquid
heaven taunts with the only
relief, calling like a sirens
song to draw the body in.
Sinking deep within the
cool waters to escape
the sky fire, turning the
earth brown.
10:19 PM - 6/23/2006 -
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