Moment

Moment spins

candy colour,

 

painted dawn:

 

life is spawned:

an algorithm

 

of ‘’want’’

 

dark striated

river, never lies:

 

today a breath

hint of gold,

 

warm breeze

caresses field

 

blows the spring

back to me.

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