The Air Flutters Like a Rag
Prompt #2 thunderclouds
They feel it
in their deepest roots,
leaf and tendril outstretched
searching for the source.
Air flutters like a rag
brushing through
the willows by the stream
as warm air reaches for the sky.
They feel it
in their deepest roots,
leaf and tendril outstretched
searching for the source.
Air flutters like a rag
brushing through
the willows by the stream
as warm air reaches for the sky.
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