I count on my finger tips the sound of raindrops
in yesterday’s sky while the moon and the flowers
Broken by voices singing
the moon and the flowers, under summer rain
my cat curls into a crescent moon
his fishy smells on teeth and bones
he purrs as the rain falters
Aaah this was beautiful to read!
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Thank you 🙂
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