A Northerly Wind; And Its Heat
Bodiless, that desert- formed
Slither-smooth felt as
Headless, of its dragon's fury
Breathed on. Burns the grass!
Sad irony! That safe place
Shades me off from it
Leaf-wizened, droopy hung. Heard waned
Rest, sweet did transmit.
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