Saturday, September 5, 2026

Blowing Hot, Blowing Cold

Zephyr, spring's harbinger, caressed the trees,
Susurration, the melody of wind, filled the air,
Cooling the land scorched by the sun
Clouds rained pebble drops,
Wrapping all in chrysalism, in hot summer
Nature's wonders in turn saunter
Blowing hot, blowing cold and so it goes.

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