seasons (Remove filter)
Hot Spring
the plumes of a caldera,
and the dark clouds,
sun overshadowed,
at its core a scalding heat turned colder
because of similarities
shared this simile
for the changing of seasons, anew
an unforgiven embrace
Saturday 2nd November 2024 4:05 pm
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