Poms

 


Fragrant remnants

Echoing voices

Aeolian mail


Featherlight mantle

Sweet smelling totem

Mandelbrot root


Chafe velvet

Offer cheek

Lip song


Sun streamed

Soul warmed

Sweet dreamed


Day dried

Down laid

Felted shelving


Cool wave

Groovy feet


Lemon 

Drops

Drop


Wind winnowed

Bonsaied

Perfect


Wave crushed

Wagging tails

Winter wails

Pat the boughs


Moon bright

Jupiter close

Illusory space


Pallor

Subtle dreams

Shifting thoughts

Now of clouds


Each drop

Worlds of thinking

Duluges of time

Weight of water

Flood plain






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