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Breathless in ice, I wait for May to turn
Into my June. Eyes up, I face the blue.
No sunscreen to protect when sunlight burns,
I remember, the summer smells like you.
As damp grass wets my hair and dyes me clear,
the air is dry and water's a memory.
How can I feel the rain though you're not here?
Water's a colour only God can see.
And so we drank rain and away we grew
Away and gone, but in summer I take
a breath for you and Chinook winds pass through
My frozen lungs and melt our childhood lake.
The sound of air the world is deafened to.
For it's not summer I breathe for, but you.
About the Creator
lolea
Isaiah 35



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