Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Wisps

echoing thunder and electric air bring heavy showers 
clapping in time with the pulse of a heart 
tears saturated with the sound of laughter gather in puddles 
where children can play 
and dragonflies wisp and butterflies dream

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