The night didn't offer any respite
Sleep escaped us
Sweating on the bed
During its scorching hours
The parching howling wind
Carried only restless exhaustion
And untold degrees to its bite
Hot it was, hot it stayed
By morning it was already
Too torrid for the dawn choir
Only Silence met the blazing sun.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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