Save them for summer
when breath is shallow;
beads resting on foreheads
of laboring souls,
hearts aching for beauty
in desert sand;
dew to quench thirst,
the yellow of daylight
bringing dawn
to those who delight
in solace.
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Day 9 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)
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