wisp

rush
of secrets
over slip,
slippery stone.

a silent roar
of tiny voices,
beckoning farewell.

a wind stirs.
the present calls.

Published by nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

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