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The Ghost Of Summer

The Ghost Of Summer

 

A leaded cloak that settled on the bay,

forewarned us of the chaos yet to rise

from deep within the boiling soup of grey.

 

The thunderheads that blocked our sunny day

and scattered tears of winter from their eyes –

made all the basting bathers go away.

 

The crystal spume of effervescent spray

that settled on us, causing such su...

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