Form: Choka
summer morning mists
come and go before the heat
cold breaths in stillness
can we hold them near
as the sun beats down endless
heat; trying to sleep
too tired and too hot
longing for the morning mist
when the birds can sing
their songs of summer
with butterflies making love
in the silent air

©JGFarmer2020
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