<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Indian Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heat haze rose from a tarmac lake<br>on a strange October's eve.<br>An Indian Summer's sun would bake<br>and dry each newly fallen leave.<br>The mornings still brought damp and dew<br>and mist to hide the Hills of Mourn<br>Libido's lamp flares up and through<br>till next June when your last is born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hola+Mentirosa">Hola Mentirosa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410262" data-title="Indian Summer de Hola Mentirosa" data-description="The heat haze rose from a tarmac lake on a strange October's eve. An Indian Summer's sun would bake and dry each newly fallen leave. The mornings still brought damp and dew and mist to hide the Hills of Mourn Libido's lamp flares up and through ti..."></div> </div> </div>

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