the yarrow flower cloud

The grey sea is singing sweetly

songs of love, salt ‘n tears,

caressing the gently arched

back of my warm sheets.

“A new day”, the wind keeps

telling me, but I won’t believe…

Embracing the creme white sky,

forming shadows of the sun

like the yarrow flowers

behind the fence.

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