Meet me in July
3 June 2016
Daffodils wither
Alongside the riverbeds
Like bleak blackened suns
The waters swirl fierce
They bear weight of thousand griefs
As the shadows set
Darkness speaks thunders
The bolts firmly set in place
Rekindle the flame
The candle burns bright
Like token of forever
Springs into motion
Dying flame belies
Engraved thoughts of revival
Etched within my skin
The blindness sets in
Unmoved by extra senses
The hopeless trod on
Meet me in July
I will swing to lonely tunes
On the other side
Reading of the poem:
Whisper of a thrill – Thomas Newman
Gentle spring has succumbed to oppressive summer, presaging death. For me, a powerful analogy
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Thank you Derrick. Yes, especially in this country summer is indeed an analogy for death
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That has to be ancient egyptian kings/queen Hatshepsut’s Temple. Amazing!
Leslie
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Yes it is Leslie. Am glad you like it
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What an amazing place!
Leslie
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Yes, it is
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great
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Thank you Rafsan
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you’re welcome
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A true feeling of summer! Nice!
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Thank you Marissa
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