Blog :: Apr 04 14, 23:39

by Amaryllia, (http://amaryllia.shoe.org/)

The air around me begins
to think of summer.
The new roots are confused,
trees are still drunk on spring,
but already there's
a distant heavy breathing on the horizon.

All my past summers step out of me,
and chase one another in circles.

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