BEAMS

Clouds

The mane of marigold hues falls on earth,

Tinting life with joy and jauntiness.

Not for once the source shows its face,

Shying away from the mainstream.

How would it be,

If it is a mortal?

Everyday reminding dependants

Of their powerlessness.

Four-leaved clover,

Glad! for the braided warmth,

It has nothing to do with earthlings.


@Emily Parker

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Posted on

May 12, 2022

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