It will soon be summer in Australia.
Tacit, the long spent day
dragged gently searing breath's
vacant lilting pulse, drawn
stumbling aching being,
overawed wispy hint
to the low hills,
collapsed and expired,
silently percolating into
the dozing forest's penumbrae.
Night inhaled,
saturated and devoured,
called to arms a sighed
short sharp breeze,
drew its cloak and
laid awhile in wait, as
igniting celestial specks
dripped restrained light,
disclosing shimmering prize.
Lucky you - weve had ours, for what it was worth! ! Inspired write
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Loaded with lovely language. Well done my friend!