A few Haiku about the heat of the summer sun.

The Sun was very hot,
the sweat rained down my body,
I hid in a cave.

The cave was very cold,
a relief from the Sun’s heat,
there is no light here.

The Sun was like gold,
molten lava in the sky,
secrets I can’t keep.

The light wilted me,
the darkness makes me afraid,
the water drips down.

So I left the cave,
and the Sun bore down on me.
Now I am very parched.

I have a few books published on Amazon. My newest book is called, “The Firestorm of Tears.”

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