Summer’s Heat

What’s to become of this ordained summer?

Blasted in the heat.

Soaking in the sun.

The time is moving past the drum of my heart.

It was from the start I heard it.

Avoided it.

But grew to yearn it.

The sensation it’s engraved in my soul.

Blissfully hot.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

Talk to me.

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