<<<<<<<(((((((hopes)))))))>>>>>>>
the void roared in full-throated ease.
the vibrant blues flinged a lightning or two.
wandering clouds
splashed sprinkles on the earth.
a crispy chill crept on to her
and she shivered in ecstasy.
fragrance of the refreshed soil
softly spread in the air.
tomorrow at the moth-hour,
the winged termites will come
for the next dawn's crows and sparrows,
when a lonely squirrel call his mate
to beat the rhythm to the chirps of birdies.
04052009
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