By Sharon Michelle Upputuru
the birds chirping
pirched up in the canopy
their squeaks and their croaks
making their very own symphony
the wind heaving
joining in on the
drunken cacophony
the sky its audience
the leave its clavier
the carpet of grass its lyrical sheet
the words humming together
with a foreseen epiphany.
a breath leaving me
and i lose myself to innity
By Sharon Michelle Upputuru
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