Scotch - Poem by Daniel Omaya
Dry wind blowing through the air
Depriving the atmosphere of moisture
Sun rays piercing through the ground
From dawn to dusk
Heat and heat all over: what a dry day!
Wind whirling up hither and thither
Sky larks flying higher and beyond
Pastures roasted to brown-dry, from green
With an azure above
And beyond, yonder, a mirage:
The sky’s deprived of nimbus
Heat and heat all over-what a season!
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