The green hill shone
in the summer sun
as the lone island
among coal banks
and pines.
We danced
like lightning bugs.
It was sweltering
beneath the unforgiving sky
and the day was so full
of heat and dust;
relief came only
in dreams.
The green hill shone
in the summer sun
as the lone island
among coal banks
and pines.
We danced
like lightning bugs.
It was sweltering
beneath the unforgiving sky
and the day was so full
of heat and dust;
relief came only
in dreams.
The Word Rummager 
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