This fog bleeds grey and soft
cold sky breathes light
drops of silver rain
each fragile orb
clings an endless while
and of the universe sings
Such are our thoughts
—they pass through time
shimmer and yet gleam
long after the droplets
fall to earth to lie
quiet and unseen
photo: goodbye November, balcony aveneue des Iris, Nice 2018
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