I took a break from the scorching heat and sat to ask summer what else it had to say.
Poetry. I can write poems for you, summer promised.

Sun-kissed verses
And couplets on the dancing light,

Rhyming with the golden hour.

But will you be listening?

Hide behind tinted glasses, yet I’ll sing

I’ll hum along your every step

Composing a tune of many hues

But will you be listening?
very pretty and creative!
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