swollen clouds gather
as wind chimes sound the alarm
the white dog cowers
Non-Attachment
Stretching in the sun, lost
in a moment stolen,
I float
feeling the warmth
and the gentle grass
beginning to grow right through me.
in a moment stolen,
I float
feeling the warmth
and the gentle grass
beginning to grow right through me.
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