The summer light passes through small lightbulbs with sandy beach towels just visible along the edge of the photo.
Summer Evenings
More by Rigney Deliso
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I Scream at The Top of my Lungs
I scream at the top of my lungs, overcome with annoyance. I lift a flipper, and shove my brother splash into the icy water. Serves him right. That greedy guy would do anything for the last silverfish.
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The Storm Has Arrived
The storm has arrived;
It’s breath steals mine
And makes
the wind shriek
The storm has arrived;
It smothers my warmth
And makes
The fires die
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Together
If we can't be one, then we are none.
Comments
So cool! (I like your profile pic, too :) )
Thank you!
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