Shards of light shone, slicing through the sky. Their luminous glow skimmed the contours and colours off things to a blank blinding white. Every sense of shape or shade dissipate with the rising humid air.Reality was rubbed clean. All that were was clear bluster proliferating, shining intensely upon every line of sight.It was, in essense, a most brightly blight.The sun's stinging rays torment every eye that came within their range.Korneas shrunk sooner than eyelids blink. It was hard to see. It was harder to live.It was harsh enough for a cry.As it was too parch and dry. Moisture only came in the form of tears. The physical pain mounts on the (optic) nerves, literally, ever more.I strode upon the open road quickly, hoping speedful steps would lessen the scorching. Yet for every foot it took the burn deftly rubbed itself into me. Futility marked my haste. The wind brought no relief, just the warmth of a boiling furnace unto my face. I was tanned a dark red. Only the white glow of nature's grill prevents me from knowing how much.Soon a parked car was notice. A single parked car in this bare gleaming heat. A rustic poem came unto my feet.The afternoon heat bears upon the streets, to glimmer its bonnet in a beat, in faints of flash did the glitter flytwinkling stars under the summer's skymaking the metal casing a much for play, for that of reflective Light to swayIt was my Iswara. It was my four wheels of freedom.(Witholding the gas mileage)
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