nirodha

I remember trees

their crusty wooden web

they chattered in the wind

tickled clouds that softly ebb

dappled sparkling laughter

roughness of the grass

windchime on the trellis

bubbles looked like glass

time came to town

and took us all away

we left the singing leaves

and fell into the fray

 

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