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Aug 2019
the summer
melts into corners
and doors, unsettles
its ghosts.

the flowers blush
and burgeon, wild
grasses blow in the
wind.

the sun shrinks the
land, blasts the heathers
with their purple blooms.

everything seems to
be blossoming, the clouds,
the sky, even our love.
am taking a couple of weeks off and won't be logging in. i need a bit of a break from all of my social media. i will not be responding to likes and comments.
beth fwoah dream
Written by
beth fwoah dream  England
(England)   
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