Sultry heat clings to the corners
As it recedes from the entrances
The sun has started blinking
But its glare is still its forte
There's nothing new yet
The same old smell of sweat
That made August taste of mouldy bread
But I cannot ignore September
For being faithful to the summer
For being the month of your birth.
Wow! ! So nicely crafted. Happy birthday friend. Loved it. Nice share.
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Extraordinary weather description, poetically and really felt.. A great poem, with emotional effect.