In and out
of shadows
sunlight dancing
in my eyesJust the sound of
birdsong
and a plum trees
creaking sighsI am swinging
in my hammock
and I never
wish to rise.
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(8) Hammock
In and out
of shadows
sunlight dancing
in my eyesJust the sound of
birdsong
and a plum trees
creaking sighsI am swinging
in my hammock
and I never
wish to rise.