The orange fire set in the cavernous blue
and cormorants flew back to mangroves in quiet,
and cormorants flew back to mangroves in quiet,
Star-gazers squeaked in mud,
And often, deep breathing mud sent bubbles
That wandered the silent face of wetland
Like peripatetic venders take in early sunrise streets.
An intense chant from a vivacious cloud,
Fell upon the baked sands
Gently touching the leaves of meadow
Bounced playfully on the night blossoms,
Tenderly on the ruby cheeks of eve
That left amused, on the ecstasy of living.
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