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Dec 2018
Bereft like groaning, are the summer storms;
unhappy growls despite the humid joys
and why I join the chorus Zeus performs?
My chest is burnt by Sun rays, love employs.

Then from the heat I curse the skies a-light!
observers witness this; mid-season change
from golden sands to shading grains of spite
and surf dissolve where spume to sight; outrange.

As time to wounds, I rumble, till the gales
Ah! Soothing are the breezes of relief
tho' hurt and whine with rain and whimper wales
a brighter dawn will turn the days of grief.

I lingered in; the summer storms ofย ย loss
then drip the rain - until new love can gloss.
Written by
Mark  37/M/Australia
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