The solstice sun
Scorching skins, melting metals, evaporating rivers,
From a blinding light to a hallowed chasm;
The shifting sands-He is summer.

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Summer Sands
PuisiSummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
Summer
The solstice sun
Scorching skins, melting metals, evaporating rivers,
From a blinding light to a hallowed chasm;
The shifting sands-He is summer.