Heat Wave

Summer sings a rippled mirage
Cicada rhythms keeping time
Heat of the day without a breath
Until evenings cool breaks the day

Sultry twilight when nothing moves
Nights stillness waiting in the wings
Will bring release from the taunting heat
Soft relief in the songs night brings

Stoic Poetry

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