Saturday, July 14, 2018

Running clouds

Let the wind softly sway
the grass at the foot of
the majestic mountains
shadowed by the running
The whistling wind is no
stranger to these parts.
A lizard will adventure
and breed a second of
respite reassuring himself
that no birds are around
the sturdy mountain flower
laughs off is thirst knowing
that is time is up, the sun
is the stronger giant in
the dry plains at the
foothills of the mountain...

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