Nudged over

the hills
of dawn,

the clouds

tumble down
murmuring

the tender

smell
of wet grass

through the window

seal
as they tear

the morning
into shreds

of blue and fall,

painting fresh

sushine spells
on the fingertips

of a meandering

tarentola.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee