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David Oct 2024
A freshly blown breeze
creeping amidst the shivers.
My hands are burning.
David Oct 2024
Why do you look sad?
Staring with quiet eyes and
expressionless face.
David Oct 2024
Glimpses of lustre
exposed from a clouded robe.
Held by morning glow.
David Oct 2024
Splashes of gold stirred
into a midnight cocktail.
Bleary eyes shrouded.
David Oct 2024
Rooftops give stage to
an elemental concert.
Interlude awaits.

— The End —