Wicker rocking chair
creaks a familiar
summer rhythm,
while beads of sweat
wriggle down
my back in wavy,
wormy tendrils,
until the sun's
blistering blaze
descends behind
yonder ridge,
and fragrant shade
of eventide
crawls across
the parched terrain.
Imbibing in
sultry sunset blush,
fireflies flicker, float
and mingle among
stars that dance
in night sky, as
the river of life
meanders
to the sea of death,
while cricket choir
serenades my soul.
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