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The Sultry Scent of Summer - Jun. 28th, 2006
Cold and wandering like a whispered breath upon the nape of my neck.
Soft is the touch of soiled fingertips,
sweet is the sultry scent of summer.
Like love the bond that bristles and breaks.
As if ice is never meant to melt,
and every worry wrong to ponder.
Every wave wants just to dance,
upon the water blue.
Every thought by man or not,
is pure and golden in the act of its undertaking.
Even souls we think not shiver,
still in silence do.
Quietly deafening is the sultry sun
rising in reddish hues anew.
Golden wafting through down filled clouds.
Upon the world in brilliant greens and galiant blues.
© Josh Selby
Soft is the touch of soiled fingertips,
sweet is the sultry scent of summer.
Like love the bond that bristles and breaks.
As if ice is never meant to melt,
and every worry wrong to ponder.
Every wave wants just to dance,
upon the water blue.
Every thought by man or not,
is pure and golden in the act of its undertaking.
Even souls we think not shiver,
still in silence do.
Quietly deafening is the sultry sun
rising in reddish hues anew.
Golden wafting through down filled clouds.
Upon the world in brilliant greens and galiant blues.
© Josh Selby
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