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Mar 6
as soon as i climbed onto my roof
the sun hid nervously behind the clouds

its rays of heat were
replaced by the cool breeze,
a musician,
which rustled the trees,
its instruments.

slowly the sun began to shine between
the shadows of the leaves that watched
the wind wrestle with the returning heat

06.03.24
bright and windy days are one of my favourite kinds
efni
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