again

after the rain, the drizzle or chestnut flowers under the trees. i stand between the sky and the ground, speechless with fragrance. the blossoms breathe me, the earth roots me, the tree-bark so very skin.
the sun betwixt the rain clouds shuts my eyes, only to wish, to desire, to beg for
some more moisture.

Posted by Wordmobi

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