'Summer'

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Lap of Nature  By Rahul Suri In the lap of Nature    The water hurried around  The water rushed around 
Gurgling, gurgling Soft ripples water slapping against the pebbles  pushing the verdant calamus   On the beach
Summer, when the sun blows blazing kisses on your back and beads of exasperated sweat swim upon the softness of your skin.
Raisins.   Vile, dried, bitter fruit of the sun – Grandma always said, they’re just grapes that got left outside too long. Raisins in the sun: In my lunch box they go. Please mom. Please don’t make me eat these.
The hottest sun, touches every star in the sky I felt that sun tell me how to dust the dirt off my pants In the summer when my shoes would get holes in the toes Those summers, those shoes
Dear crush, Thank you for existing Thank you for being perfect and reminding me that I’m not.
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