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Mad Summer Memories

Soon,Spring will be but a past souvenir
And the dust of noon and heat shall be here
Clear was the path ,no longer;sweat!can't bear
Stinky bods and frowns on faces appear

Olden Summer times and likewise they will
The nerves tight,and hot mid Summer day still
Zenith when the heat at vertical thrill
Burnt shades,silence is a time for kill

But days run fast when the birds start to breed
And foster the little ones from hunger's need
Now,the shade turning burnt umber lid
Heat ahead:a killing Summer sun to heed

Fear is big if days grow longer than Springs'
The wave of the sun is high,heat knell rings
Sky of lead: hues laden with heavy things
The air is full of what bad temper brings

I have a cool shade of pen when need is
Breathe in my body a fresh poetic breeze
And the words will flow from green sap of*his*
Killing the heat,a poetry pain to ease

Summer is a guest the one not to bear
while ,life is harmony of cheer and fear
cold and heat, stormy skyies,and blue clear
Yes,Summer not friend,but a foe so dear

PS.*his* refers to the pen as a vital element in life,'his sap' means the sap of the pen which are the words''

By truefeeling

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