Poetry from a Time Forgotten : The Summer Assasin

Saturday, August 18, 2007

The Summer Assasin

Like blood stained sky red birds take to the air, splattering color on this gray morning. There is little movement as the wind is still asleep, and cicadas shut down chorus late into the night. The summer, an assassin in arid robes walking through burnt fields. Fire in her laugher, ozone breath... Sign in to see full entry.

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