"And they all lived happily ever after" for about two minutes. Welcome to my imagination's playhouse. Far horizons beckon, upward limits grow fuzzy.
Wind whistles
Clanging through my bells
Trees whipping
Scuds the clouds
Scattering orange blossoms
Breeze--not seen but here
©2022 by H. Linn Murphy
If you want to know what a Shadorama poem is, go here. Otherwise, the above.
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