Summer
The leaves have fallen
The clouds have snowed
But to your bright smile,
Love, I must abode
The flowers have sprung
The children have played
But in your warm embrace,
Love, I never swayed
The sun is out now
The heat is rising
But the fact that I'm with you,
Love, it shouldn't be surprising
Happy Summer, Besimyr.
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Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #21 in partnership with The Micropoetry Society. Use the following word to create a piece of micropoetry: “Lines.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100, the runner-up will receive $25. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #poetheme and #micropoetry.