It Comes In Waves

Summer sings a rippled mirage
Cicada rhythms keeping time
Heat of the day without a breath
Evenings cool breaks the days back

A cool breath welcomes the dusk
While stars twinkle amongst waves
Breaking upon the nights shore
Dreams of cool autumn dawn softly

Stoic Poetry

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