Summer Soliloquy

Skin a burnished copper, flaming ochre mane;The white heat of a smile, cornflower blue eyes blaze Flaming orbs in her ears,flowers in her hair; Now there’s no escaping her sweltering stare Temperatures soar with every step ;She’s so hot, she makes you sweat Leaves you parched, you barely murmur;Welcome her ,here comes summer I have always associated Summer with childhood. I feel lucky to have grown up …

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