End of summer dreams-2

September 7, 2016

Summer was the time for forgetting

Every stroke of the hand, his strand

flew away too soon in noon

The warmth in descent _ in torment

Senses raw now return as they discern

…summer dreams have come to an end.

Zahra Ammar_ another poetic rambling

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Mary Job

September 9, 2016 by Mary Job

Look at the colours.

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