On a hot summer day , the sun beat down its sharp rays with a deep frown,the blue of the sky all the more radiant in its resplendent shine.The birds did not fly high but sang requiems perched on a shaded canopy of green.Their song did not echo for the zest there was none.The earth is raging hot letting out its vent on those still intent on tampering with it’s lot.
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Thank you for sharing this reblog, great piece of carefree days
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🙂 A pleasure
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