The rustle of the wind
Caresses my hard-skinned imagination
As I float
On the surface of thoughts;
The blueness above
Saturates my craving to soar
Beyond what I perceive;
The rustic hum of insects
Scattered across the greenness
Is a timely ode to this evening;
I latch onto the words
Spilling away
From the pores of the earth.
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