A MOMENT in Miruwai

 




The Sky; 
it's kindest 
fathered the gentlest air

Smoke

Ghostly sloth crawling assembling smoke

forming faint delicate clouds

Illuminated by

majestic swords of sunlight torn through a canopy of elongated bark and plunged into dew damp earth

(they were like children those trees racing to be the tallest)

Criss-crossed they stood claiming authority Acute columns for Zeus 
Overseer of the stately garden

There we sat 

Chatted 
 Lunched
 Grouped 
   sub grouped
      Interchanged

Just then we lived in the forest like the resting carpet of pine needles that kept the temperature at a regulated cool
 mild 
 perfect

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