Summer

The heat rolls on.

It’s so different than the cold.
Winter weasels into a soul,
Robbing comfort from the inside,
While summer is the bully
Oppressively wearing a person down,
Making lethargy the jailer and
Humidity the prison.

The heat rolls on.

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