poem of the day August 27
The dabble of a meadow rainfeels wet upon the skin
Big clouds hide an open sky
Big clouds hide an open sky
framed like a cradled night
A sudden crackle with a gust of wind
disappears soon without a trace
A sudden crackle with a gust of wind
disappears soon without a trace
This quick lived storm is not the norm
in a summer tipping away from light
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