Summer sun swallows Spring,
Scorching soil, shallowing streams.
Sown seeds seldom see sky
Spoiled, Stolen, Silenced.
Summer sun swallows Spring,
Savaging seasons, souring scenes,
Sending sad songs swiftly sung
Somewhat sore, somehow stung.
About the Creator
Saskia Reed
Books and writing have always been my escapism. And so, it gives me great pleasure to say that I am a writer. Writing has always been integral to me as a way to express my thoughts while also commenting on the world!
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This is beautiful.
Wow. This is absolutely beautiful. What a talent for words you have.