Siris
Seiren chruseien ex ouranothen kremasantes
Monday, June 26, 2017
Poem a Day 26
Heat
The sidewalks burn with light.
The sun is rising high; its heat
burns our innocent feet.
All things shine that we see, and eyes
ache from the burning skies.
May we see, ere we die, the night.
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