ai
the way my words move together
fall
from
me
on
occasion ~ as a fine rain ~
in TO
RR
EN
TS
aboltingbreeze
a sneezy desert devil
erupting flur-ries
as scorching day
the refreshment of dew
u
s n
as a t a m i
an enigma
of clouds...
The indivisible collective
singularly possessed
voice
authentic
iterations
Copyright © Trina Layne | Year Posted 2025
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