The mirage shows the intensity of the suns heat
The beams of rays slowly burn your hairs
The land full of cracks smiles to the sun
The grass wants a meet and greet
And so they do
they end up doing the deed
And indeed they were meant for each other
Sparks flare like its new year
And then silence!!

The heat is up to levels that burn meat to ash
No one is safe out here
Hell is nigh
The flames are everywhere
Out here there’s smoke thick and heavy smoke,
Slowly you, me and everything else to death we choke.

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