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Summer Wind
The brown burnt grass, shivers in the wind
The wind borne salt bleaches the cerulean sky white
The far mountains shimmer hot and distant
The wind so warm now bears the icy touch of winter
A whisper in the wind, a sussuration in the grass
Winter, growth and soft rain comes
The storms that tore the trees apart
Forgotten in the the hungry thirst for rain.
The wind borne salt bleaches the cerulean sky white
The far mountains shimmer hot and distant
The wind so warm now bears the icy touch of winter
A whisper in the wind, a sussuration in the grass
Winter, growth and soft rain comes
The storms that tore the trees apart
Forgotten in the the hungry thirst for rain.
Published 23rd Feb 2016
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