Summer Love by Elizabeth Theriault

Embraced by the newfound humidity,
Feverish gusts lick fine wisps of hair.
Infernal flames not soothed
By plump raindrops caressing the surface.
A once unadorned earth becomes freckled
With tender tears shed from the skies above.
The summer storm bids its final farewell,
A seemingly-immortal season gone long alas.

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