summer gasps

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short but sweeet

summer gasps

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The hot summer winds,
scorch the lands.
Leaving nothing but the faint gasps of dehydration.
Another drop of sweat trickles down my cheek.
Day After day,
I'd pray, for a time when the snow angels would dance on my tongue.
~

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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EDITED VERSION: The .......Shadow
.......was .....lost...
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