the hot sun drives
our sweaty heads
mad…blood boiling,
tongues panting…
no rain to cool
us, no shade
to offer sweet
relief from
summer’s bitter
stillness
if poetry is the
breath of fools
then let me be
remembered for
the words of
my foolish
heart
rhapsody in muted blue
make a wish upon a star
if believing could make
a thing come true
then power belongs to
the dreamer’s heart
there are blossoms
withering on the vine
a too hot sun
makes every living
thing secretly long
for summer to fall
Magnetic Poetry using Original, Poet, Love and Nature Kits by Kat. đŸ™‚
