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The Summer Wind

Poetry By: amerigo2
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Lively description of my usual summer experiences.


Submitted:Dec 12, 2011    Reads: 24    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


The Summer

The summer wind blows dry and hot,

In an ever-present fashion,

But still it is day, and night it is not,

So we wait for the heat to pass.

From a field of flowers comes a radiant glow

As they soak up the sun with their might,

But then the wind brings a hot summer's blow,

And the petals fall of as they wilt.

It has not rained in 8 dusty years,

And with drought and famine it comes,

The thought of water, to my eyes, brings tears,

As I wait for the sun to burn out.

- Amerigo2





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