Sway beyond the summer breeze,
Like leaves who've found their way.
Blooming on the branches bare,
Spring could not be saved.
Warm the air and dry the toungue,
For water thirsts in everyone,
And gold and silver fall from skies,
Teared through narrow greenest eyes.
Lift the sun as she does glow,
Carry her upwards to and fro.
And never burn a hair or skin,
Or saunter quite of whats within.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2026 08:34
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Love every moment and matching the colours of my eyes
Nicely done. Your poem reflects on the shifting seasons, particularly spring and summer, and their effects on both nature and the human condition.
Lets not get started on the human condition. Lol.
Here is the deterrence of growth, deprivation, in the midst of plenty. To hold what of value and not let it burn you. Well done
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