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A poem I have written, your thoughts? O the flames of summer consume my soul,
glimmering prettily in my iris's black pits,
abysmally smoldering in my fevered brow,
beads of salt pooling about my lips;
scorched corpses of grand oaks barren,
weaving unsteadily in the Earth's dry hearth.
Waves perch on every roost, every rafter,
the very floor bakes with the furious swelter!
Ah, how I long for a freeze, Winter's chill,
a blizzard in this hell; alas, such is our fate
to wistfully dream of snow on our hillsides,
and of the majestic wail of an earthly babe.
What a shame, that the earth is so resentful
of our industrious plunder, otherwise to have dreamt
that we would stand bared,
fanning ourselves with palm leaves,
and soaking ourselves in sweetened nectar,
leaping to exalted riverside mirroring our mortal bosoms,
bathing in the cool hush of its sparkling symphonies,
ears ****** for the lilting solo of those water cherubs,
situated atop glistening structures o'er our clean crowns,
harps strung in melodious key.
And Summer's wrath would know its borders,
bound by our humble affection of the earth that bore us
forth with feminine pangs, and we would know
this breathless hell no more. | | For the sake of not sounding like a kiss *** I'm not posting on your other posts since I have nothing but praise this time. I'll let you know if I ever don't like your work which might never happen. It's good to be back! |
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