More ye nearer the fire or proximate to a savage passion,
Perspiring overture in profuse embrace of salty water,
A melting fast candle slim or heavy upon the fragile bed.
Whispers of warm utterances and embrace turn you white to red,
Hearts yonder in appreciation of such chill surroundings.
What you hear or to be heard from the distant or near
Has had some serious chasm in actual.
No incessant blow from hot desert throughout the serious hours,
It is the brisk intrusion of mist from the shaking and more demanding,
Spreading plenty of snowy flakes around and seeks summer instead.