The Season of Heat
The season of heat
The summer sun
Fiercely tells the truth
I hate the sun
Seek shelter under an olive tree
Till sun is malleable
And knew that the truth
Has to be served
Smoothly
As not to send us into a state
Of panic
By replacing it with phosphor
Exploding missiles
And other mad human inventions
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2013
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