A low clinging fog
hangs upon my lapel,
sweat glistens
upon my brow,
and life erupts
through cracks in the effluvium .
It's never too early to
admire
nature.
hangs upon my lapel,
sweat glistens
upon my brow,
and life erupts
through cracks in the effluvium .
It's never too early to
admire
nature.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
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