Summer Sky

 The summer sky is alive 

In its own abyss;

Sweaty foreheads and swollen necks

Wish for its refreshing kiss

Of summer rain,

Of summer sky.

But oh, I don’t know

Where summer will fly. 

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About heatherd001

Hello! My name is Heather. I'm sixteen years old and I love to write (poems mostly) but I'm working on some story- and novel-writing. Writing is a creative outlet for me.
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