Lush greenery rushes above my red bonnet
Sailing down the asphalt road, steady
Dark clouds billow on asphalt
Paving, guiding, the way home
Rushing leaves calms as the wind recalls cool Summers
Remembered, the rustling persists
Why call for summer every day as if burning skies and frozen gales
Don't bear their own beauty, distinct
We wouldn't appreciate summers if we
Never gave it back to Winter.
Edited: July 18th, 2021
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Solace (Poetry Book 3)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my third book of poetry after the first "Poems of the Atmos;" and second "Ambience". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was m...
