Harmattan sent away by the summer

La doncella oscilante

The winter stood amaze,
As the summer set the atmosphere a-blaze.
The swaying maiden is found in nought,
For the scorching sun had with it fought.

All dawn does the sun arrives early,
And the lady could no longer tarry.

Poetry by Ajoshberry
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Written on 2018-01-12 at 22:49

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