spitting syllables
25 February 2013
Breeze
Don't we all miss it?
Despite its biting-through-skin's heat.
Despite its generous shower of sweat.
Don't we all at one point in chilly winter night, came to a sudden whim:
"I wish it was summer already"
?
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