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Summer
Contributed by
slayer_015
on
Thursday, 13th May 2004 @ 01:25:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Summer moils in the tomb of the exasperated
Winter as the last of her tumultuous seed are
Burnt in the noontime brilliance of the ochre
Sun.
The southern breeze whispers of hushed
Waves on eternal seas dotted with aqua-Marine diamonds in the firebursting
Yellowness of the day.
Humming bees toil in vast gardens that cry
For the patient hand of Monet to give them
Voice and immortality in the perfect Imperfection of his impressionistic Brushes.
Thus it is with the summer,
Thus it is with longing,
The world is anew,but with one word,
Summer.
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2004-05-13 01:25:12] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Summer
(User Rating: 1 ) by venkat on
Thursday, 13th May 2004 @ 04:22:47 AM AEST (User
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Good poetry. good imagery. talented expression. venkat |
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