Strange things swam in red summers gone
freshets slipping through my fingertips
the cool of mountains dripping from lips
as we press deeper into wet, red womb
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The cool breeze of mountains dripping from lips and red summer has gone. With song of nature we are feeling grace of God. An amazing and brilliant poem is wisely penned...10
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The cool breeze of mountains dripping from lips and red summer has gone. With song of nature we are feeling grace of God. An amazing and brilliant poem is wisely penned...10