Oh, August sun
You smolder
Then cast your flame
And blind us, taunting;
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Defiant claim
On all domain
You, source of life
Our withering frame
Your glaring heat
Disparing;
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Flowers, fatigued
Straining stems
Not knowing whether to reach
Or cower
Soon
Fall
will send her soothing song
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Give it up, sun
Move along.
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one moment
random
one message
read
one memory
kindled
one spirit
fed
all reason
ceasing
figments
fill the head
.
one soul
renewed
one mind
misled
one hope
abandoned
one word
unsaid
two hearts
in petals
on the bed.
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Must you be so beautiful
Must your eyes be blue
Must their pupils widen
When I look at you?
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Must you stand so near to me
Must I smell your skin
Must you be here now, if
We can’t meet, again?
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Must the years that came between
Must the time that’s passed
Must the choices made then
Melt away so fast?
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Must have been we were too young
Must have not yet known
Must be no one told us
What we’d know when grown
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Must a feeling’s memory
Motionless in time
Must a need yet unmet
Search for words that rhyme?
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Must we be so dutiful
Must the things we say
Must their trust belie us
Must we walk away?
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