Kite string lightening sun leading the way the winds have come by the cracked window with freshly washed hair I see the yard, mother, clearing the clothes line leafy faces, on well water out over the fields and flower beds spring rain on the harvest dripping down planet dusk small talk after droplet burials in the flowing stream
You create a lovely pastoral word-picture of the simplicity of rural life. My favourite line:
by the cracked window with freshly washed hair
Lovely! Keep safe and wise, Rijul. Bless you!
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Thank you so much!
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