Heat so high, encapsulates,
a brown brook stained by turd.
Sultry pathways on which I tread,
burns these callused soles.
From winter-rustic cottage domiciled.
Rusticating through these yuletide days.
Seasons have I beheld
Days forever gone.
For times no longer can I grasp
Here be prose of squandered lives.
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nice post
Thanks.