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The Sun of Summer
Summer's sun shily entered the season keeping the Northern Hemisphere's Southern regions comfortable, a spirit quite forgettable. Deep down, everyone knows it's just a matter of time, till it shows its true color upon all living creatures. And August went on fire, sweating out all the anger ever held - burnt out to a crisp, wisp of hot air, ceasing to exist. What was it that blew out of proportion? apathy, perhaps, making us anxious wishing for things to matter, sense-filling? Needs to happen before Autumn comes knocking on the door, our hearts gone numb? Our lips parched, our skin wrinkled, dried. This wave of heat has turned us into beggars, barren of pride, destitute, pining for the waters Looting from anything wet, loosing footing, falling. Our eyes then lift up as one to the heavens sunfilled, tearing, realizing pray is a better manner our hands grab another, another, another. We wait in faith, we sing, we dance for rain, what transpired in the hearts shines like sunrays and the heavens can't help but open its door. Thunder clouds gather, noses smell what's about to happen faces brighten into smiles, watching the descent of water our thirst becomes assuaged with its pure flavor. And the new morning issues, the incredible breaking news. © 09.01.12
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