not the sound, but those drops of rain
nursing Mother Earth’s burnt skin
drown the dry and scatter the ants
some ebbing from umbrellas
yet met face up by another
Under Heavy Sky
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not the sound, but those drops of rain
nursing Mother Earth’s burnt skin
drown the dry and scatter the ants
some ebbing from umbrellas
yet met face up by another
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