clouds scattered like cotton balls
rivers burlesque spaghetti
trees ironed into carpet grass
or pinched out into hills
skies fading out from a halo midway
it’s winter’s brightest day

and you fly low
they hijack your gaze
you stare, admire,
bow to nature’s show.

© Barnadhya Rwitam

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