Paka Pad
@pakapad
Hills simmered under blankets of wheat, their bellies bronzed by sun’s ladle. Wind stirred heat into soup, seasoning its broth with dust and drone of bees.
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Tan tan
@chotansaw
Reading this draped silence across my ribs like green silk rain.
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