Summertime

/ Chel Owens

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Summer sunlight’s
     blaring bolting glaring scolding
          burning skin

I call for winter
     begging praying
          Snow Queen, give me frosting days

Yet, when she answers
     blowing kisses
     my soul misses warming love

Dancing
     skinlight
          sundrop tickles
make the sunskin worth the scold

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