Sway

Dark-green mossy clusters sluggishly sway,

Growing or dying? Far, far away,

Frothing over like green lava into the sweet milky sky,

A rainforest on top of bronzed, burnt branches.

The ivory blanket has lost its orange tinge; the day is about to vanish.

A peppery moth flutters her triangles against my glass window. We share the same gaze —

Take me away.

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