Summer of ’23
It’s stuck and
scorching in me
No, this is humid
Sticking hairs and
its sticking sweat
The wind in heat;
the sun in its beat
Here and there
feels dusty
It all slayed in me
Waves and ripples
Blues in its color
it surfs down streched
its salty water
I drank on bench
Summer of ’23
You were not
the same as
all those
summers ago―
I hope to forget
about you.
― joannachse
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