This Heat
this heat
rode my neck
sun baked brains
staining my vision
stroke
of
a
breeze
climbing
wind blown
perceptions
tumbling leafs
sword from sheath
least line maybe sayd
enough for me
?
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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