Sweet Trickle
warm breath of earth beating
quaking beneath us
sweet trickle
soft still beating against the water
glow of echoed bleating
thumping, suspiciously
living deliciously entangled in the brush
we are at the mercy of the wind’s warm blush
crumbling
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