Stone Cold Clover
🦋
When she sighs
The sky dies
Clouds list and linger
Twitching her finger
🥀
Twisting a tress
Cloaks the trees
With butterflies
Tilts her head
👗
A flimsy dress
Falling leaves
A secret smile
Lines the breeze
🍀
Clings to the mist
Failing finesse
She spies
The dust arise
🍂
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© Sab Will 2022