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Nov 2022
I watched the skies above me
instantly change view
to a bright tangerine orange
from a midnight blue;
a magical float
that can so easily arouse
the gentle caressing
of chameleon clouds
They dip and sway
to a seductive play
in the changing room
of mornings dew
How I wished
I was a chameleon too,
changing with the time

© Priya Patel ~ 11/18/22 🕉
Priya Patel
Written by
Priya Patel  Texas
(Texas)   
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     Timothy and vb
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