Beg Summer

Burn me please, this summer,
To be the dry finest ash.
Autumn wind, would you blow
This black mass to the blank vast.
Bury me, the winter,
Deep under your cold white sand.
For spring, I may grow
Newly in the unknown land.

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# Daily Prompt: Summer

Note: I have another (lighter & happier) summer poetry here. Have a look?:)

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