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Sep 2020
The sun reaches in to kiss my skin
When I lean out to greet it

Limbs press in all directions
Saving me from falling

The trees whisper amongst themselves
Painting their shadows on roofs below

I pull the air over my shoulders
Dissolving into the afternoon
SalomΓ© Joanno and Ricky Thakrar
19 September 2020
Written by
R Thakrar
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