Can’t
hide
In the
dust
The
wind
(simultaneously
published at POETS The Original)
Rainy
night
Lightning
flashes
What a
sudden life!
Misty
morning
Flies
still rest
Cows
ruminating
Storm
passed
Rain
passed
No
sunshine yet
Behind
dark windows
A
movement
No
lights flashing
Different
landscapes
Far
from town
Same
cicadas
A new
dawn
Moon’s
retreating
Birds
chirp
What
lies
Beyond
the moon?
The
eagle might know
.
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