The hour of summer begins with
a bottle of beer in my patio.
The sweltering heat thaws the
feel of winter weaved into the
atmosphere. Budding flowers
reminiscent of the feeling of
warmth that makes its way into
Sipping on brewski, welcoming the
sun, I know it’s you sending me
love, wrapped in these shining rays.
I wonder, like all worldly things,
these days too shall pass, like the
misty drops on the bottle, that
originate and fumes into nothing.
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