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Aug 2020
The next Morning after a stormy night,
I wake up to peeling fresh ginger and lime,
How beautiful it is to see this new day.
As i sit on my bed with window open and the blue sky shining bright while this summers sun is beaming naturally against the green leafy trees, i gently sip onto this fruit filled spiced water of purity.
The breeze of the summer floats through the window and i feel it brush against my delicate skin.
Longing to taste and smell Summer's last few pieces of nature's breath air.
Cool and windy, i can see that Summer in slowly coming to an end.
A nostalgic poem about Summer and how we're in August, now we are slowly coming to the end of summer.
Rosemary Porretta
Written by
Rosemary Porretta  22/F/Canada
(22/F/Canada)   
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