Weather is a speculative conclusion:morning ice cubes dropped in soda
melt in shackles of bubbles;
evening coffee beans
long to be warmer in bonds
with corrupted milk-
seven degrees of change
twelve hours of a day
play among themselves
to trouble common men!
Thoughts of good events
are superstitious often,
sometimes not,
rains in summer are soothing
but minds fixed on
scorching heat
make summer hurting
just like enthusiastic spring
holds talks of romance
but seen has none
a kiss of a crow!
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