Where are you hiding?
A girl lying, glasses in her palms.
She closes her eyes, wishing they'd come out
the dwellers within the grasses.
How many of you?
A fabric woven, traces of chaos sew the sky.
She tracks a lonely dragonfly, still wondering
spiraling downward, beside her head.
Why don't you stay with your friends?
Gave a slight nod, a soft ebb on the blade.
She prods herself along, a journey back home
a buzz descends, carrying its droplet.
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chemin de le serein. | poetry
PoesíaSerein - (/sɪˈriːn/; [səʁɛ̃] in French) refers to rain falling from a cloudless sky. This sort of rain is said to take on the form of a fine, light drizzle, typically after dusk. The name derives from French serein, meaning "serene", or "clear" (as...
