Monday, September 22, 2025

My Summer's End Poem for 2025

Summer Speaks

Sun
comes early
to burn you
 
whether 
or not
you want it.
 
Touch 
sand or
some dead grass.
 
Take 
a photo 
of clear sky
 
while
it scorches 
earth and you.
 
You 
could smile.
just trust us. 

Every 
burnt lemming
will thank you. 

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