The sky appeals to rhyme
The clouds stacked over the far hills
The singing valley emerald through the pollution
The wind reciting gusts of warm dampness
Reciting the passing of time
The sun reciting and beating down raw heat
Persuading our skin of it's greatness
Advancing across the sky still appealing to rhyme
The sun dancing with the wind
January day dance floor
Midsummer window to the kitchen
Poet's ink on the gates of the weekend
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