Lukewarm

She sits to watch
the epilogue of summer
pass by

Her pleated skirt waves
to the fading whistle
of the oceanic breeze

The memory of sunburn
sates the passion
she holds within

The frosty mornings
reminds her
the wisdom of waiting

And now
she grows frantic
in the lukewarm
fuzziness

 

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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