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An Indian Summer, In The Heat And Dust Of It

The parching earth lies it baked and burning
During the whole noontime
And there is no respite from
Heat and summer,
The hot wind blowing,
Playing with the dry leaves,
Ruffling and playing
At some nook and corner.

Sweltering heat, no respite from

Intense heat,
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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