something of you
floats in birdsong
rising from the trees
in scattered noises
down there on the road
cicadas' calling
an impromptu tide
rolling over me
something of you
is moving with
the abandoned grass
as heat slowly rises
in the morning
ubud 17 october 2014
floats in birdsong
rising from the trees
in scattered noises
down there on the road
cicadas' calling
an impromptu tide
rolling over me
something of you
is moving with
the abandoned grass
as heat slowly rises
in the morning
ubud 17 october 2014
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