photo by Kit Yoon
Heat
by Fro Macoon
Heat,
Like a drop of pure sun,
Touches everything in the first ray of light,
Setting the leaves on fire,
Bathing everything in its warm golden glow.
Like liquid honey,
In the slow breeze
Ripening tomatoes,
Calling everything,
Towards sleepiness in its
Heat.
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