The honeysuckle
regimented like battalions of soldiers
its scent carried by the wind's discretion,
white flicks of impervious cinder,
a burning season
whose sulphuric palace
left no doubt
the high church of summer
was descending,
envisaged russett on one hand
muddy grey like a chagrin,
come to soon
the expiration.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
The honeysuckle
regimented like battalions of soldiers
its scent carried by the wind's discretion,
white flicks of impervious cinder,
a burning season
whose sulphuric palace
left no doubt
the high church of summer
was descending,
envisaged russett on one hand
muddy grey like a chagrin,
come to soon
the expiration.
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