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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the heated performance of the day, summer wet evenings close the curtains, concluding with a thunder jest and a gift of wipe. The crawling claws of the ceaseless winds surrender it pretends to the warmth of the sun's embrace. After a cheer with the scorching temperatures and blazing burns she wears her coat like an uninvited guests tapping the windows and rooftops with her tiny fingers, flapping in no unique direction she lets go of her charades, undressing, as her wet skin takes a shower, curling so beautifully in diverse shades she murmurs to the clouds on when to smile. The skies frown blindly, not even the rays demur her request to hailstorm the earth alongside her hums and banters. She builds her intensity in a rhythmic drum of forceful tranquillity. She evokes memories of childhood and a sneaky link to the past. I watch the trees outside my house twirl without rhyme at her call. She sings to my ears and I crave every tune while we sip our lemonade and run for cover and dance in leisure as she pours swiftly like a wounded river. She runs against our skin, tickling our senses and for a moment we forget the hot summer day. She's the purest form of taste, her subtle flavours bounce through my buds. Her voice, a lurking lullaby. She nourishes in perfection after a wrestle with clueless dust and pollen making the greens below shake their limbs at her bloom. Her magical touch fills the air as haze. Her spirit thrives with nature. She sweeps the hideouts of little creatures bringing branches of her hypnotic melancholic romance. She stirs too much it soaks. Her petrichor roams the air, rejuvenating the season's sensory displays. Though short-lived. Her echoes linger in abundance than her quick depart. She maintains a balance in being a blessing and a curse. Just so you remember she's a goddess, she leaves her hues behind, sets the stunning sunsets in serenity. She wanders the sea, valleys hills and mountains as she hush little babies white, in the spell of sunshine. For every lava cry from the sky, there's a peck of ice crystals that shields it.
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