Mute
palms come alive –
The
rainbow gives a stoked smile
From
fluffy white clouds
Clayey
soil is muddy –
Children
dancing and singing
To
liven things up
Chimney
exudes fumes –
Silence
begins to give way
For
antsy laments
Two
cherry roofs stripped –
The
sky roars in frightening fury
To
arouse our fears
The
shy sun surfaced –
It
rained in my neighbourhood
Leaving
behind ghouls
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