After the Showers.
Fall of leaves truckle to change of season,
Little birds bickering high up in tall trees,
Playful pitch hidden, by shy rays of sun.
Sun's softness after rain, gently kissing
fresh green, given life
by April.
Why can't you stop?
Stop looking at me;
The enamoring beauty of simple day,
Spoken in the opacity of depthless sky.
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Posted Apr 8, 2018, 11:29 PM UTC · edited
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