<center>Deep down within the doldrums
Of the blistering Summer
Withering sere…as if
Hades were near
Shimmers of heat…
Spectres of Nature
Sucking out life
And tasting the tear
Of mirages that dance
Causing reality to quiver as if
By a stone tossed into mercury
of the Devil’s own river
In a defiant display
And fierce show of spite
The Summer folds it’s tent
And prepares to take flight
To other places
In search of new faces
Far away from sharp teeth
…Of Winter’s cruel bite…
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