A sweet, crisp taste
Coats my tongue
I inhale
Sending a rejuvenating breath
Down my throat
My tongue darts out
Seeking nourishment
But like days prior
The looming clouds
Only bark and grumble
Refusing to drench me
With what I seek
It looks like fall
But the warm breeze
Escorting yellowed leaves
Reminds me of the truth
And the ground beneath me
Shatters like broken glass
No longer able
To withstand the heat
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