Parading

Who can read the world? Its paragraphs

of cloud and alphabets of dust. Just now
of cloud and alphabets of dust. Just now
of cloud and alphabets of dust. Just now
a night bird outside my window made a single,
a night bird outside my window made a single,
plaintive cry that wafted up between the trees. —Danusha Laméris
plaintive cry that wafted up between the trees.
—Danusha Laméris

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