Hot Night - Poem by Luz Hanaii
Walking through the boiling steam of this endless night
feeling her black cloak without relief, no sign of breeze,
soaking light from moon above, reflecting of soul.
Jasmines breath-out in exhaust from heat, as I stroll by.
I hear the distant mating call of a night bird
strangely calling-out for a bride, in his song of night
Stars over the moon blinking as in silent scream
chocking with the heat of this endless night.
Such infernal heat as I travel though this site.
It's so hot tonight!
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