In the middle of the night I wake up in cold sweat,
but my room is 100 degrees.
The grasshoppers are singing, and the air is stagnant.
Early Summer Mornings sounds like a beginning to a love story.
Early Summer Mornings are quiet.
Nothing more nothing less.
Quiet and still.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
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Author:
D.M (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Early mornings are quiet.
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
Cute!
I like it very much.
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