No wind?
There is wind
Merely drifting between my fingers
Birdsong
Soft and rustling like silkworms nibbling mulberry leaves
Two or three people
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Walk across the empty meadow
Sunlight evaporates into a wisp of smoke
I think
Actually I am not thinking
Wild grass
Blankets my dreamscape
Petals fall in flurries
Silence like a tide
Submerges my imagination
