The leaves rustle in
harmony
The paucity of noise is
music
The overcast skies take
a bow
The millipedes find
their home
The footprints on wet
mud
The stones a mushy
brown
The rains bring in a
fable
The heart dances
poetically
The fibre of my being
smiles
The me finds solace
unfound!
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