Scorching blaze burn me brown and red.
Insatiable thirst,
For wind, for water
These earthy desires.
Toned finer than white.
Quenched in gulps,
Splashes of relief.
Sky relents and drips in torrents.
Cold clothes cling close,
While wind whips wintry wetness.
I close my eyes,
Look up,
Smile,
And get reacquainted with nature.
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