Rainforest

Raindrops exploding down on prehistoric leaves
Like liquid transparent shotgun shells
Only soundless as in some dream of wet mornings on patterned animal skins
Slipping silently past;
Underneath umbrella canopies moving waves
Like brightly colored carousels at play
Upon some conjured up terrestrial shore,
Wordless sounds, exchanging lines of thought
Lost in a tiger tight embrace
Losing breaths
To live.




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Written on 2021-08-18 at 12:41

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Hieron
by Chaucer Whethers