trembling, we leaves pass eyeless looks
seeking spaces between thunder, breeze and expiring rainless seconds
swing to
swing fro
warm thunder, translucent ripples of vibrating buzz, hum, embrace
strike and disappear in sea-blue clouds
kiss, one drop
kiss, kiss, two
thunder to see, eyeless me
and tree to hold on to like a tongue on a face
a tongue i am, I hold to a tree and taste breeze, rain and dirt
I taste everything
and oddly, i see thunder
and it excites me
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