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Forecasting Hawks
Unhindered by birds or stars, hawks fly over the sky.
In his fanciful glades, pursuing a fog growing heavier.
A cloud, he realizes, will fall in an unfathomable spot.
Thunder rumbles afar away, and my heart skips a beat.
The mists are moving toward the stirring leaves.
The mountains are also home to young and ibex.
Nothing isolates us from the everlasting cloud.
Where the water fills parched rural areas and hearts.
Written: July 20, 2021
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Sotto Poet
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