Briskly reeling along trees & bushes the misty streams prevail the common sense. Blowing the yearning through the vessels/hose the air mass drives doubts seeds in their grounding intention to the earth.
While repentant martyrs stones desperately ask fiery dawn of forgiveness, a chance to start over, - the bathed spray/healed troubles slide sonorously back into the heart’s crevices,
ancient sitar witnesses joy
first drop on leaf palm
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