diffused rays on a lazy summer sun day bathe the world in sepia tones that soothe and deceptively calm the gaze that belies the voracious cause until i breathe deeply and choke on a thousand embers ashy haze of trees and houses and wildflowers
turned to blackened
dust and clogs the
lungs with never-
mores and can-
not-bes until i
shut the door and
pray for autumn
rains to clean the
air and wash the
last summer days
into falling mist
turned to blackened
dust and clogs the
lungs with never-
mores and can-
not-bes until i
shut the door and
pray for autumn
rains to clean the
air and wash the
last summer days
into falling mist
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