Summer Poetry

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,

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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? 

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