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Mist in the Sunshine by L. M. Montes

Posted on by L. M. Montes

Wafting up and away the pollen drifted as I lay
my head aloft a pillow of leaves,
drifts of cloud remnants break free,
separate–
wind tickles them,
they laugh,
tiny, beaded, dewy drops float and blow
a downward path–
resting pleasant mist as nature sews.

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