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.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
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.
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