A new Sun wrecks havoc in the sweltering heat of June, while a crowd amassed – in thousands; sing and croon – and wave; bearing a token of shared pride, it sways, and rush through – the narrow streets for reaches of a shore; to drown, to cleanse scorning gazes they bore; like tendrils they mount – on laughter and life; fancying a dawn not there to hide, like a floret they bear – everything hurled; awaiting an embrace from an unjust world.
delusionalPhoenix is a day-dreamer of a writer. They like to write about anything, but more often than not, those writings take the shape of verses.
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