The Heat

Palm Trees by Florian Klauer
Picture Taken By: Florian Klauer Image Courtesy: unsplash.com

The blessed heat

Chases after me.

If I so much as miss a beat

It stings me like a bee.

The chilled water

Climbs up my legs.

Running from the sun gets harder

And the heat won’t let up – even if I beg.

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