Summer Elements
Summer comes with a sweltering iron
Mashed on the growling flowers—
Though sun may stick upon a leaf,
All life's skin craves the steam.
Mashed on the growling flowers—
When the bulbs' expressions out at last,
Though sun may stick upon a leaf,
To catch hot pain is now my norm.
When the bulbs' expressions out at last,
Though sun may stick upon a leaf,
To catch hot pain is now my norm—
Summer comes with a sweltering iron.
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