Country Summer
Metal fins
of a windmill turns.
Hot sun
of summer burns.
Buzzing bees
around flowers go.
Winding bend,
the waters flow.
Whispering sounds
of a blowing breeze.
Pollinated air
making me sneeze.
Twilight falls,
down comes the sun.
Cooling darkness,
my day is done.
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